Crap. I'm sorry about Chapter 7, I didn't realize that my document was submitted without indentations. I'm sorry for those of you who had to suffer through this chapter trying to pick out the dialogue and just everything in general. :(

For those of you who haven't read it yet, enjoy!


"Natsumi!" Happy screeched, lashing his claws out, prepared to scratch her eyes out of their sockets. Natsumi brought her hands out in front of her, laughing uneasily. "Uh, Happy, I-" Too late, the blue canine had rammed the fire dragon slayer square in the stomach.

Happy shuddered at the impact, while Natsumi gazed down at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "That's it?"

In response, the dog fell on the ground, face first. His groans were muffled as he covered his ears, still trembling.

Grace crouched next to the prone canine, her arms folded across her torso. "Uh. . . is he alright?"

"I don't know, are you Happy?" Natsumi scratched her rosy pink hair with a finger.

Happy lifted his head, clear frustration etched on his face. "Didn't that hurt?"

"I thought you were trying to claw my eyes or something," Natsumi shrugged helplessly, holding her palms out. "You have bad aim."

Happy grumbled inaudibly as he lifted himself off the ground. His wings flapped as he hung his head. "So. . . what's going on?"

Grace placed her arms on either side of her hips. "We're trying to find Luke. Have you seen him?"

"He's at the library, if I remember." Natsumi muttered, indignation edged into her voice.

Happy patted dirt off of his fur, ruffling his ears and shaking them. "Oh, let's go then!"

Luke grasped the book, its thick spine meeting his palm. He examined the cover and it's gold, shiny letters making up the title. 'Two Different Worlds.' He flipped through the pages, skimming words here and there, searching for vocabulary that he just might recognize.

He turned pages continuously, squinting at the small words typed across the grainy paper. In just a few minutes, he already reached the other end of the book.

He cursed angrily, his chocolate eyes flashing. Calm down, he told himself warily. It's only the third book you've looked at so far. . . Right. But at this rate, even if he read all the books in this library, there was no guarantee he would be able to discover the right transcript that could help him and Natsumi find their way back to Earthland.

He tossed the book on the floor with a huff and collapsed along with it, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Young man!" An old, lanky voice snarled in his ear. It was an old woman, with stringy gray and white hair tied up in a bun. She wore a faded green shirt paired with a rosy, fleecy cardigan. A long, fluttery skirt reached her ankles.

"Uh-um-" Luke scrambled back instinctively.

"I don't tolerate anyone damaging the books, you hear?!" The lady scowled at him fiercely.

The stellar spirit wizard remembered that he had just thrown the book on the floor. "I'm sorry, ma'am." He said apologetically. He hadn't meant to harm the book, considering the fact he adored novels.

"I really didn't mean to."

"That's what they ALL say." The woman replied bitterly. She bent over to pick up the book and hobbled off, but not before shooting another murderous glance at Luke.

Luke sighed, leaning back against the book shelf. And just like that, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. What in the world was he thinking? He stumbled to his feet and ran after the old woman.

"Miss!" He called across the library, stopping the lady in her tracks.

"Oh, now what do you want?" The silver-haired lady groused indignantly. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Y-You're the librarian, correct?" Luke stammered, out of breath from just running a few yards. Boy, he really was out of shape.

"Yes," She said grimly, carrying the book with one hand. Her fingernails dug into the book's spine, despite the fact that she had just yelled at Luke to not damage the books.

"I need help, miss." He said, his voice clearer now. He was thankful for the quick recovery. "Do you happen to have. . . any books about alternative worlds? Real books that have some sort of history in them. Involving wizards. Is there anything like that?"

Irritation crossed the librarian's face for a moment. Her lips straightened into a thin line. "And what," she said. "Is a young lad such as yourself planning to do with that kind of information?"

"I-I. . . " Luke faltered, unsure of whether he should spill the entire story to the lady or not.

The lady surveyed him intently, her eyes narrowed into slits. Luke wondered how she could even see through them. Luke thought she would pressure him, but "Nevermind, I don't have time for this. There's historical mythology books downstairs. Use the electronic lacrima down there if you're looking for something specific."

"Thank you," Luke smiled winningly at her. It wasn't precisely the answer that would lead him to the correct book, but it was close enough. And his palms were sweating from speaking to the librarian for so long.

The lady simply grunted in return and tromped over to the library counter to settle some business with the books. Luke turned away to scan the ceiling of the building. He located the door that led downstairs in a moment's time.

Cracks. Cracks lined the doorway. They spread like viruses when Luke gazed at the lower part of the door and worked his way up to the top. The fractures reminded Luke of connecting roots of a tree. All the more, the cracks made him uneasy. What if the entire door collapsed if he pushed it open? Surely that would mark him as a vital enemy to the librarian. Where the doorknob was supposed to be was a simple, gaping hole.

'Steady now,' he cautioned himself silently. He slightly nudged the door with the tip of his finger. The hinges groaned and creaked. Luke pushed the door all the way until he could see the darkness filling the room in the other side. He stepped forward. He would've fallen flat on his face if it weren't for that first step he laid eyes on. He yelped and scrambled back. Oh, right. Stairs. Stupidity lit up inside of him as he surveyed the step in front of him. The pitch ebony was too much for him, he couldn't see a thing. And he was not willing to go down a flight of stairs blindly. Perhaps there was a switch somewhere on the wall?

He felt the walls, the wallpaper slightly peeling at his touch. He finally managed to find something scrape against his palm and flip it on. Dim, yellow lights on the ceiling illuminated the room just barely revealing the steps and the door to the other room. He made his way down the stairs quickly. It would have been just fabulous if the lights suddenly turned off on the middle of his way to the room downstairs. He just hoped that there were no jumpscares when he opened the door to the room.

To his relief, he made it without any problems. This time, the door actually had a rusty knob. Luke turned it without hesitation. The lights were already on and very bright, much to Luke's surprise. The room was clean and organized just like the room above. The shelves contained fewer books than a regular library, but the covers were eye-catching with uninterpretable symbols and letters printed on them. Dark wooden tables and chairs invitingly sat in the center of the area. And for the most part, not a single layer of dust covered anything as if the room were occupied every day. How could a basement downstairs look so much. . better than the actual library above?

Unable to help himself, Luke rushed to the closest book and opened to a random page. He read the first few words of the transcript before a voice said, "Oh, hi!"

A boy with chestnut hair wearing strange attire appeared before Luke.

Luke lowered the book uncertainly. His eyes widened at the sight of him. ". . . Coco?. . "