"It's almost dark," said the Book Keeper gazing out the window of his library. "And You should not be here."
"Sorry Book Keeper," said Tooth, "But Phoenix..."
"Has been taken," said the wizened old man turning to face his guests. "Yes I know but you should use her proper name, Kirin. Now you seek information about the Destroyers."
"Yes," said Bunny, "Will you help us."
"Please," added Tooth.
The Keeper thought for a moment then told them to follow. The Keeper lived in an old stone castle, in the Himalayans, with torches and armor guarding the halls. But that was only in the entrance. If one continued to explore the intriging castle, one could find themselves in Ancient Rome or Greece. Up two flights of stairs and one would be in the 1960's while down three flights would land an explorer in futile Japan. Every period in history was represented in Book Keeper's castle even the time periods that Historians had not discovered yet. But some said Book Keeper was as old as Father Time himself and always made sure that every era and place in history was represented in his fortress.
However, that was nothing compared to the library. Extensive oak shelves magically carved that reached from floor to ceiling filled with intricately covered books. The library stretched the length of a run way, and the ceiling was four stories high with a painted ceiling of a time line from the beginning of the known history to modern age. Spiral stair cases of wrote iron led up to balconies, which separated the shelves so people could reach the higher shelves. The shelves completely covered the wall even the door had a shelf on the library side.
"Is it just me or has this place gotten bigger and lighter," asked Bunny surveying blank books being bound by invisible hands and covers being painted with the utmost detail and precession lining the middle of the library leaving a sort of circle for visitors to walk through around them. As well as floating pens writing down something in bright colorful ink. Suddenly there was a load bam that echoed through the room as a book slammed shut and flew to it's place on the shelf.
"Oh," said the Book Keeper sighed, "So another one has ended, such a pity." He bowed as more books slammed shut and floated to the end of the room.
"They're just books," said Bunny and soon after a book slammed into his head on it's way to a shelf.
"No you fool," said Book Keeper leading them down the hall, "These books record everything, from the smallest baby who didn't make it to it's first birthday," he said gesturing to a thin yet dazzling bright pink book, "To the old man who died in his sleep at a ripe old age." He once again pointed out a book. However this one was thick and long as if it were three volumes put in one. And still it was a brilliant shade of green that sparkled as bright as the newborn's. "While a child is in the womb," explained Book Keeper pointing out the procces in the middle of the room, "We make covers specifically for each child. Then as their lives continue, we wright down what they do, what they think, and why they feel."
"I guess nothings safe from you," said Bunny suddenly nervous.
"And once their life is over," Book Keeper continued ignoring the giant bunny, "The book is complete and goes to it's proper place on the shelf. And their covers reflect their lives."
"Let me guess," said Bunny, "The prettier the book the more exciting their life was."
"No!" exclaimed Bunny as another book hit Bunny in the head, "The covers reflect the state of their hearts when they were complete."
"It is a beautiful place Book Keeper," said Tooth in awe, "But why does the time line on the ceiling begin with ancient times and not the begging of the world?"
"Because," said Book Keeper sadly it reflects the faith of man kind. "If all man kind could agree and believe how the world began and what happened since then it would be much more beautiful. Unfortunately no man can agree on the truth."
"So once everyone believes the same reason for how the world began the time line would be complete," said Tooth examining the detail of the Victorian era in the mural.
"HA!" laughed Book Keeper, "The time line will be complete when old Father Time tells time to end. Then it will be finished because everyone will see the truth. But enough about that you want to save Kirin well come here."
Book Keeper led the two Guardians, to a book that was being made. Flames of a bright gold encompassed the cover and a deep red was being used for the writing that the pen was fervently scribbling. Tooth looked around at the extent of the library and all the books being made and flying to their place on the shelf. The fairy suddenly felt overwhelmed and she knew that somewhere here her book was being written with these feelings surging through her, and one day it would fly to it's place on the shelf. How large would the library be then, because she could already see it start to grow now as more books filled the shelves. It would be taller to, but how much taller? And would the beautiful painting of the mirage of the era's be complete, or would man kind still not agree with how the Earth began.
"Tooth?" Bunny snapped her out of her daze. "Are you ok?"
"Mm, oh, fine...just fine Bunny. No need to worry," Tooth said hastily. "So whose book is this?"
"This," said Book Keeper a little sadly, "is Kirin's book, or as you know her Phoenix. It appears she is with Chimera but she's getting weaker. It will only be a matter of time before the darkness takes her. No one not even a phoenix of light can face pure evil on their own. She'll need light as soon as possible, but not day light, no that's to trivial. No she needs Soul light."
"Soul Light?" questioned Bunny.
"I know, I don't come up with the names. They're so trivial," sighed Book Keeper, "but alas I am only a scribe writing what the author tells me to write. And do not ask me who the author is."
After Book Keeper crossed referenced a couple of books he found Phoenix. Tooth and Bunny were grateful to leave that place, knowing why North had warned them from entering there without the absolute need.
"So are we going back to Arendale?" asked Bunny preparing to open a tunnel.
"No," said Tooth. "I think we should tell North about this first. Jack and Elsa might not take this new information well."
"Yeah," agreed Bunny, "better to hear it from the jolly old man in the red suite. Than the Bunny with a boomerang."
Tooth laughed and followed Bunny down the tunnel realizing it was the first time she laughed that day.
Meanwhile a nearly conscious Phoenix watched them in her mind hopeful that they would find her as another surge of pain streaked up her spin as Chimera pried his way into her mind. "I vow I will get in there," came a voice through gritted teeth, "I vow on my powers, Master."
Phoenix barely processed what he said, but she understood one thing he was in as much pain as she was. It must be as hard for him to get in as it was for her to keep him out. They were evenly matched so it was just a test to see who had the more patience.