The Book

I woke up in the morning, tears beaded down my face. I had the dream, again. This was getting out of hand. I sighed, and got out of bed, my clothes were drenched in sweat. I stumbled into the bathroom, and turned the sink on. I splashed my face and looked into the mirror.

Two glowing, white eyes met showed in my reflection. My pale skin turned darker, and a grin spread across my face. I gasped, fell over, and scooted away in fear. When I finally got back up, I was normal. My blue eyes, my pale skin, and my normal expression (if you call fear normal) all back. No white eyes in sight. I sighed, and calmly slipped into the kitchen.

When I started to make breakfast, a scream erupted from Jason's bedroom.

"Jason?" I gasped as I ran towards his room. When I opened the door, he was there, and he was perfectly fine. "What…" I started.

"He was here!" He cried. "He was standing right there!" He cried.

Before any villagers could hear, I went over to him, and put my arm around him. "I know, I know, you're okay."

"There's no way to escape! He'll just keep following me everywhere!" He exclaimed in horror.

"Shhh, shhh, I know, that you're afraid, but you can get through this, we can get through this."

He looked at me, fear struck his eyes, and he shivered. "What, what if we can't?" he stuttered.

"We can, now, let's go somewhere, to clear your mind." I walked him out the door, placed him on his pig, tied a lead to it, and then I climbed onto my horse. I Started riding off, leading Jason along with me.

We soon emerged to the village library. It was a large, old building, covered in cracks and vines. Cobwebs bordered the roof and it had a peaceful, sullen look to it. I gestured for Jason to follow me, and we entered the library. It looked even bigger inside if it. The walls seemed to be made of books, and there was a small counter in the middle of the first floor.

"Hello?" I called out.

*Cough* *cough* "Yes?" A sharp, raspy voice replied. Soon, the source of the voice, emerged from behind the desk. It was a shriveled, old man, with white hair that was streaked with grey, rose from behind the desk. "Hello. What can I do for you?" He rasped.

"Well, I don't know, I guess we're looking for a book." I replied.

"Which one? As you can see, we have many books here." He rasped.

"I don't know, do you have any ideas?"

"Hmm," he thought out loud as he crept towards me. He came to my face, and stared right into my eyes. He seemed to be studying my eyes, but it felt like he was studying my mind. "Ah, you're one of those." He said silently, his voice noticeably clearer. I wanted to ask what he was talking about, but he went to study Jason, who hadn't spoken since this morning. *tsc* *tsc* *tsc* he sighed. "I think I know what you need. Follow me."

He dashed off, and we stumbled to follow him. It seemed like a maze, and soon enough, I was lost, with only the old man to navigate me. I looked behind me, and Jason was desperately trying to keep up. After what seemed like hours, we finally stopped. The old man pressed a button, and all of the shelves suddenly separated to another room. It had a netherack floor, with bedrock walls. In the center of the room, on top of the beacon giving the only source of light, a table with a book; hovering above it. The old man slowly picked it up, and handed it to me. "Here, this is what you need." He said clearly. As I looked at the strange book, the old man went over to the wall, and pressed a button. Then, we were gone.

We soon appeared back in the first room of the library. I didn't even notice we had left the other strange room, but Jason did.

"How?" He tried to ask, but when he looked around, the old man; was gone. "I don't know if this was a good idea Avalon." He said shakily.

I wasn't really listening. The book, it seemed different from all of the others, but I couldn't quite grasp how. I opened the book, and saw two white eyes staring at me through the pages. I screamed, and dropped the book. "Did you see that?"

"What?" Jason asked quickly.

I got down slowly and picked up the book once more. When I flipped the cover once more, the eyes were still there. I blinked a few times, to make sure it was real. It was, it was a worn out drawing of-of him. "Jason… Look."

When he looked at the book, his eyes grew wide. He read the script above the picture. "Her-o-brine?" When he said the horrid name, the whole library shook.

"I have a feeling we shouldn't say, that." I shakily said.

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Okay, let's take this thing home."