I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. Anyway, I'm weighing the ideas of a romance in this story…anyway, here's chappie 4. R/R please!
CHAPTER FOUR
Once I closed the door I seemed to be eaten by darkness. I couldn't even see my own hand. I knew that if I ran back out into the hall whoever was walking out there would find me and…well; it wouldn't turn out too good. I felt around, trying to find the window curtains.
I walked around in circles, hands out in front of me. I took three cautious steps to the right- and soon found the dusty velvet in my hands. I pulled open the curtains and the moon-lit sky filled the room with a spooky-blue light. My eyes immediately adjusted and I could take in the room.
There was an old bed in one corner, a desk (which I realized I had come close to bumping into it, it was very close to the window in which I was standing by) and a bookcase filled with dusty old books. The room had clearly been vacated for a long time – definitely more then a few years. I opened one of the desk draws curiously, only to find dried mouse droppings in its corner. I closed it in disgust, and walked over to the bookcase.
I ran my finger across the book's spines, reading the golden embossed titles. Narnia and It's Histories, Man: a Myth, Royals through the Ages, and so on.The shock of this locked room suddenly made me dizzy; I sat down on the bed, wrinkly the covers for the first time in what seemed like ages. Trying to find comfort, I grabbed the white pillow and squeezed it.
After I seemed to calm down I realized that something was hidden under the covers.
It was a small brown leather book. The strap that held it closed was faded and tattered, as if the owner had kept it for a very long time. I flipped open to one of the yellowed pages; curved bold script covered the entire page. I began to read what the diary said…
profundus veneficus mos fio laxo quod niveus mos evinco insuadibilis filius totus of narnia ero super verto quod jadis' dictata ero philologus quod quondam cair minae est evinco nunc mos orior oriri ortus scelestus
It didn't make sense, the words unclear. But I knew it was something important, dangerous even. I flipped through the rest of the book, looking for a clue of what this was. Soon a picture caught my eye. It was a picture of what looked like a thin icicle incrusted with silver and diamonds. Next to the detailed illustration was more writing, but this time in a different hand. As I continued, I saw many other drawings and spells, also in many different fonts.
I had meant to turn the page again, until the sound of wheezed breathing reached my ears.
Someone was just outside the door.
I watched in horror as I saw the door knob begin to turn….
And someone walked into the room.
I had no idea what I had saved myself from if I hadn't hidden behind one of the long curtains. Pervis, I realized once I heard his wheezy voice mutter to himself. He turned to leave, but then turned and looked about suspiciously. I held my breath. I heard a sharp gasp from pervis as he registered that someone had sat on the bed. I could swear he saw me…but he just turned on his heel and left, and I got a mere glimpse of a look of alarm on the old guard's face.
I got up quietly and breathed a sigh of relief. I could not come back here, for now, anyway. Pervis already had his eye on me, and now he knew someone was here. I put the mysterious book into my pocket and made way for the door. As I closed it quietly, a thought came to my head,
Why had pervis been so suspicious, and why did he seem to look so alarmed when he realized that someone had been there?
