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Again, thank you so much for reading! Here's chapter four:

Chapter Four

Davis POV

I had never been in a portal before. Especially not floating through a portal on a cold air balloon. And especially not floating through a portal on a cold air balloon with a sixteen year old girl that looks at you like you're the Super Bowl MVP or Al Capone. I couldn't tell which.

In other words, I didn't want to do it again.

The portal made me feel like jelly, so I couldn't move my legs or arms anywhere. My body felt like it was being sucked into a vacuum cleaner, just 100 times worse. I could of sworn that my body's molecules started to fall apart. Then, after five seconds of all of this, everything stopped and went back to normal.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and hopped out of the balloon. Charlotte followed me. "You know that you just could of hung on to the strap, and you would of felt a lot better." She said as she started to walk across the street. The she turned around. "Oops. I almost forgot." She ran back to the balloon, and pulled a lever on it. The cold air ballon morphed onto a backpack, that she put on her shoulders. She looked at me. "Come on. We've got some walking to do."

I followed her across the road. "What's going on? What just happened to me? Where are we going? Who am I?"

The girl sighs. "Look, I don't have time to answer all of your question right now, but I can answer some. I don't know what just went on with you. Maybe you were in the middle of some plot of a book. But how did you get down to the bookscape without killing yourself?"

"What's the bookscape?"

"The bookscape was created by a someone very powerful; we don't know who; but who wanted all of the book characters that an author writes to be locked away in books, so they won't alarm humans. The bookscape is where they are all sent to. Every dimension in the bookscape is a book, like Cinderella. The only way to get in without being a fictional character is using our gadgets. There is no other way in that dying. Unless…" Charlotte paused for a moment. "Na, it's not possible."

"Okay… Uh, next question." I said. "So, who am I?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." She said. "You are, a very rare human being that has the power to jump into books."

"Wait, WHAT?!"

"I know, quite a surprise. You don't show this ability to jump into books until you're fifteen, when something very weird happens to you. Like you somehow jumped into a book without any training. That is extremely rare, so, congratulations."

"So, you're saying that I have the power to jump into books?"

"Correct."

"And that I somehow jumped into a book without warning and that proves that I am a, uh, what do you call people who can jump into books?"

"Book guardians."

"And that proves that I am a book guardian?"

"Right again."

I just shook my head. "I can't take this all in."

"I know. It takes a while."

After a moment of silence and walking I finally responded, "Wait. To jump in a book, do you need to be next to a book?"

"Yes."

"But as far as I can remember, I wasn't next to a book. I was just walking around my house when I suddenly felt a sharp pain and blacked out."

Charlotte looked worried. "Hmm, that's odd. But many things can happen in book traveling, so I don't think it's something we should worry about."

We walked around a corner. I could see a building up ahead. I squinted at it. "So now let's get to the next question. Where the heck am I?"

Charlotte clapped her hands together. "We're going to an elite academy for book guardians. But you can just call it the academy."

When we got closer to the academy, I could see the front lawn. I was an array of colors and gardens and mosaics. It looked like the lawn of a huge fancy mansion. I gazed in awe. "How long did it take everyone to make this?"

"Since we really put our minds to it, about one day. With all of the breakfast, lunch, and dinner breaks of course."

"Really?"

"I know. I surprised it took that long too."

We walked up to the steps and opened the door, where I found inside there was a long entrance hall with staircase leading up to higher stories. She turned to me. "Okay. Your first lesson starts now."

"Who am I going to be taught by?"

"Probably Professor Harold. Just wait here. I'll be back soon." Then she took off and ran up the left stairway.

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Tyler POV

When I woke up, I could see Mr. Harold looking down at me. He smiled. "You're awake."

I sat up groggily, then a sharp pain sprang through my back; so I sat back down. I managed to say, "What ha-happened?"

"You blacked out in the portal from your old school to here. When he got here, I sent you to the hospital ward so you could wake up. You somehow injured your back along the way, and we're treating it right now. Don't worry, it happens to everyone." Mr. Harold responded. Then he took out a pill. "Here, take this."

Immediately after I took it, my back started to feel better. I looked at him in awe. "How does this stuff heal you so fast?"

Mr. Harold smiled. "We have our ways. So how does your story go? What weird thing happened to you?"

I explained to him about everything disappearing and that voice that lead me to that button, then how everything went back to normal again. He listened to all of it. After he was done, he made a worried face. "Everything disappearing is normal. But the thing about the button and the voice? It sounds weird. But anything can happen in the first sign, so I don't think we should worry about it too much." Even as he said this, I could tell by his expression that he was thinking something along the lines of, This is bad.

I gestured at him. "Sir, are you okay?"

He snapped back to realization. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

I sighed. "Still don't understand everything. So we're at an elite academy for book guardians? I am a book guardian?"

He nodded. "Yes. You are." Then he launched into stuff about the bookscape, first signs, and about being a book guardian. When he was finished, I just stared at him. "Is that all true?"

"Yeah."

Just then the nurse came over to my bed. "Tyler can walk now. If he feels any pain, just let me know." She flashed a smile to Mr. Harold. "By the way, a student is requesting that you have to come down stairs. There is another new student that she says that all signs point to you being the master for him. The teacher. All of that stuff."

He nodded. "I'll come right away." Then he walked away, leaving just me and the nurse. The nurse looked back at me. "You should probably head to your dormitory. It's right down the hall. The number is 378.

Curiosity got the best of me. "Do 378 people really live here?"

The nurse ignored my question. "Just go there. Lye on your bed. It will make you feel better."

I felt the urge to respond: I'm already on a bed. Since I didn't feel moving out of bed. But I just pushed that thought away and walked to my room. Once I got out of the hospital ward, I started to see all of the numbers on the doors like on hotel rooms.

I got to 378, and opened the door. It was a nice place, that had all of my belongings from home. It had a bed, a bookshelf, a desk, and a few other things. I flopped onto my bed.

Suddenly my eye caught something. It was a piece of paper. I picked it up squinted at it. This is what it said:

We're coming for you. You will not escape us.