The jewel encrusted library doors swung silently open on their well-oiled hinges. The jewels, green emeralds, red rubies, opaque diamonds, black and speckled lapis lazuli and the like glittered softly in the full moon of midnight. A thin figure, completely clad in a fathomless black, hooded robe with strange silvery symbols on it stepped into the room. The figure seemed to radiate evil, and when a rush of cool air blew against it, its hood was almost pulled back, and glinting fangs were completely revealed.
The figure walked farther into the room, letting the door swing silently shut behind it. It ducked under a streaming shaft of moonlight, giving the impression that it did not have any wish to be found. It stifled a gasp of surprise.
The gold plated shelves that filled the room were filled with tomes, the multitude of which would never have been imagined in its old village. They consisted of every size conceivable, from books as tall as the shelves themselves, to books the size of one's pinky finger. Not just varying in size, the differed in color as well, from the lightest tint of white, to the darkest shade of black. The room itself was an incredible sight to behold. Flying buttresses arched along the ceiling, which was made of glass, so as to give the illusion that there was no ceiling at all. The room seemed to stretch on for leagues, though the figure assumed this was an illusion, like the ceiling. Also, the library seemed to shimmer, as if it were just a reflection on rippling water.
Resuming its original task, it began to walk along the aisle of books, searching for the one its master—and it— wanted. Striding along the incredibly lengthy rows, it felt drawn towards a particular section. When it reached the section, it became apparent what, and why, the creature had been drawn to. The whole aisle was filled with regular sized books, and they looked perfectly ordinary, but it was obvious they weren't. They emanated such a powerful aura of magic and evil that it would have knocked any normal person over. But the figure was not an ordinary person.
Looking through the first few shelves, it eventually found what it had been looking for, and with it, a malicious smile of self-satisfaction. Slowly, the figure slid the book out from its dusty keep. Looking fervently around, it drew a small object out from its pocket, and threw the small thing into the air, where it hovered for a moment, then vanished.
That done, it walked to the nearest table, and stripped the robe, which was the only layer of clothing, from its body, revealing a raven-haired woman with black eyes, which contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She set the book down and sat, flipping through the pages, searching for the proper spell, and found it within seconds, a slight gasp of excitement escaping her lips. She read the lines over and over, until they were imprinted into her brain, and she could see them, even when she closed her eyes. Standing up once more, she assumed the spell casting position.
Waving her arms around, seemingly at random, she began to recite the spell.
"Sônoïl áfa nēretazín Enlãfa," she exclaimed, the last word being her name.
And as the last resonating echo died away, her body was engulfed in a brilliant blue light. If it were possible to look into this light, she would have appeared frozen in time, or at least moving much more slowly than normal.
As the light gradually began to die away, the woman was slowly revealed. Only she was the woman anymore. In her place stood a, rather vicious looking, young man. The now masculine woman grinned in triumphant joy. The spell had worked.