It was in the late evening at the Utah University of magical creatures. All the classes had ended and most of the students had gone home. The university was virtually empty and shut down now; only some teachers and late-nighters remained there. Trigar, teacher of the magical spells class, was sitting at his desk in his office grading student term papers. The clock on the wall ticked 8:00. Then Jake came into his office with a scorn look on his face for being asked to stay so late. "Trigar, you wanted to see me?" Jake said as he entered.
"Yes, sit down." said Trigar, not looking up from his papers.
Jake sat in a chair in front of his desk, for several minutes he just sat there watching his teacher grade papers. Just sitting here frustrated Jake; he wanted Trigar just get on with it so he could go home.
"Alright, so what the big deal with keeping my after class?" Jake finally said.
Trigar looked up from his papers at Jake with a serious look, then put on his pen down and sat up, then opened a desk drawer where he put the book, picked up the book and put on the desk in front of him, then continued to look at him seriously as if he a done something wrong. The book was a big old one, it had much wear and tear on it, it had a black cover with ancient draconic wording on it wore away with age and with two black buckles on to keep it closed. "Exactly where did you get this book, Jake?" Trigar finally said.
Jake thought for a moment, wondering if it was okay to tell him where he found it. Finally, "from the school library," he admitted.
"Really? What part of the library?" said Trigar, still with the serious look.
Jake wanted to lie, but he knew it was very wrong to lie to a teacher and Trigar's serious look seemed to be boreing into his mind. He knew a lie when he heard one.
Again, Jake thought about telling the truth, despite the feeling he would be found out if he lied. Then after two minutes, "In the restricted section," he gulped. He was getting scared from Trigar's look and the harsh, serious tone of his voice.
Trigar sat back in chair, letting out a huge sigh. "Jake, have you learned nothing here? I told never to go into the restricted section, and only adults are allowed to go there," Trigar said.
"I don't see why. Why is so damn restricted anyway?" Jake asked, letting his anger start to show in his voice. He stood up and pounded his fist on the desk. "What makes it so special that the students can't go in?" he roared. He was very angry now, and finding it very hard to control himself, to not jump on Trigar and tear him to shreds.
Trigar sat back up, leaning on his desk. "DON'T be getting mad at me. Sit back down right now! And it's because if you don't know what you pick up and read, it can land you into some serious trouble," Said Trigar firmly. He was starting to get even madder himself. I need to stay calm. he thought.
"Well, you said the assignment was dark spells, so I went to restricted section to get info, that book looked interesting and I thought it might help me," said Jake.
"You should of asked permission first so a teacher could get it," Trigar said loudly. He was starting to lose control, and his arms were starting to shake slightly. His voice was quivering too. "Adults are only allowed in there because only the adults are supposed to know every book that in that section. Some of those books are very dangerous, including the one you had in your hands," Trigar continued.
"What's so dangerous about it? Looks harmless to me," said Jake.
At this point, Trigar couldn't contain himself any longer. "Do you have any idea what this book is?!?!" roared Trigar, shaking the book in Jake's face.
Jake shook his head; he was sweating. Trigar was really starting to scare him, and he was starting to get questions about the book.
Trigar calmed down a bit and lowered his voice a few decibels. "As usual, picking up things you don't, and most likely shouldn't, know about. Well, this book is The Book of Darkness, and it holds the incantations for some of the most evil and dangerous spells." Said Trigar, his voice still quivering with anger.
Jake looked at him and the book with surprise; he never would have known.
"Then what the hell is it doing a college library then?" said Jake. "I mean, if it was so dangerous, wouldn't it be somewhere, i dunno, more secure?"
"Stop asking questions and let me explain." Said Trigar coldly. "The book is here so it can be protected and not fall into the wrong hands. Thank god I caught you before you stupidly passed it on to a stranger. I don't know how you managed to get it out of the restricted section, but I assure you it won't happen again. I'm keeping it with me," Trigar continued.
Jake was too embarrassed, frightened, and curious to say anything.
"Now this is important; what did you read from that book?" Trigar asked in a colder and much more serious tone.
"Nothing really, I couldn't understand the words in it. I tried to make the words out, but couldn't. It was all symbols that i haven't seen before," Jake mumbled.
"Well, thank god for small miracles. The language in the book is very ancient draconic, way too complex for you to understand." said Trigar with a sigh of relief. Trigar then grabbed the book and put it back in his desk drawer. Then he stood up with his hands on the desk. Jake remained seated.
"I'll let it slide this time just because you didn't know, but if I catch you in the restricted section without permission again or have a book like that again, I will drop you from my class and this university." said Trigar in harsh cold voice.
"But..." Jake tried to say.
"No buts! You should know the risks!" said Trigar loudly.
"Yes sir," said Jake, lowering his head.
"Good, you may
go then," said Trigar as he sat back down to get back
to
grading papers.
Jake left Trigar's office in a somber mood. He never seen his teacher get that angry with him before. That book must have been that serious for him to get that upset. He yet again made a dumb mistake. He was beginning to think his name and mistake did go together and not just because it rhymed either. A dozen questions were in his mind now, still wondering what a book like that was doing in a college library, how did it come here in the first place? If they were learning dark spells, why would he prevent us for using that book? And what kind of spells that would so dark and awful that the students should never know it? He knew he would never find the answers to those questions. He slowly got his car and drove home, his mind still filled with questions about that book.