Dozens and dozens of glittering white and blue stars dotted the dark environment. Dark, purple clouds slowly drifted by, though a breeze was not felt. The moon was fully visible, giving off a bright white glow. Soft giggling be heard from the distance.

A small, short blue puffball danced about, spinning around with her staff. She landed face-flat on a fluffy dark cloud, still laughing away. Suddenly, all the energy that jumbled around inside of her vanished, and she felt quite tired. Slowly closing her eyes, she stared at the moon, its glow eventually fading away into the darkness.

Madison…

Wake up!

Madison!

I cannot tell if you are listening or not, but I must say this.

Use the spell!

I am in a dark, wet place…the beast closer to retrieving me…

I am going to teleport back to you again!

Please, use the spell!

If you do not, the Spi-

Madison awoke, startled. The dream left her sweating and confused. Who was the mysterious voice that sought her assistance? Was it the book? But books couldn't speak! All these questions spiraled around in her head making her quite dizzy. Getting up, she trudged towards the bathroom, bumping into Mid Knight.

"Hmm? Madison, are you alright? Your eyes are blood red." She asked, concern growing. "Is this because you are still thinking about that book?"

Madison half understood what her mother said.

"Book's aren't red…not usually. I'm just gonna go wash Kaspius and keep my face."

"You mean you are going to wash your face and carry Kaspius, correct?"

"That's what I said, Mom."

Without another word, she stumbled into the bathroom, leaving Mid Knight perplexed, and thoughtful.

We have got to find a way to get that book out of her head.

Cold water made its way through the faucet, and down through the drain. Madison splashed it a couple a times; anything to get the last bits of exhaustion off. Flattening her ears, she sighed, turned off the stream of water, and headed out. Opening the door, she saw a face that for once, she did not want to see.

"…Yes, Dad?"

"Come with me, we need to talk."

He escorted her into the living room, both sat on a soft, plush couch.

"Now, Madison, Mid Knight told me you didn't rest again last night. Is it because you can't stop thinking about that book I found?" He asked.

Too exhausted to lie or make an excuse, she nodded, yawning as well. Deathy sighed in annoyance, but gently pat his daughter's head.

"Madison, you shouldn't even worry about it anymore. It's on its way to its owner as we speak. Serena will deliver it safely, so it's not our problem anymore."

"…But Dad…" She began, her voice hoarse, "I heard it! It talked to me in a dream last night…i-it talked…I know it did!"

Deathy stared at her, obviously finding her statement to be false. He laughed and stroked her hair saying, "Madison, see? You're so tired, you're hearing and seeing things."

She pushed his hand away, shaking her head in disagreement.

"No! I'm being serious…" She started, "…it…it came here for a reason."

Feeling annoyed again, Deathy got up, staring straight at her.

"Alright Madison. I'm going to prove to you that that book is not our problem anymore."

Not waiting for her, he made his way to his miniature library, going to the same location he had first found the book.

After minutes of waiting and waiting, a very impatient Madison finally decided to get up and stomp on over to her father's location. Her ears perked up instantly upon seeing her father.

"I-y-you…but…" He started, attempting to speak.

She ran up to him, snatching the book. Already, she began flipping through each page.

Find the spell, find the spell, find the spell…

Deathy stared at her awkwardly, only seeing dozens and dozens of blank pages. She finally found it, not hesitating whatsoever, and chanted it out loud.

"La créature qui vo-"

"Hold it, right there!" A voice shouted, interrupting the latter.

Deathy and Madison searched for the voice's source, however, nothing could be seen.

"Madison…we talked before didn't we? That book is really important to me! I-I mean Lady Pique!"

"Serena?" Madison asked. "Where are you?!"

Serena obeyed, however, she did not look like her previous self. One of the lens in her frames was cracked, the frames themselves bent. Her hair was a mess, like tornado attacking a town. Her eyes were red, the right eye constantly twitching.

"The booook!" She hissed, "Give it back to me, Madison!"

This only made her grip to it tighter, backing away towards her father. He unwrapped his cape, unsheathing his sword. Serena only laughed, continuing to walk towards the two. Fear wasn't taking over her like it was with the other two.

"Madison, go get your mom. Quickly!" He shouted, already pushing her towards the door. Madison would have obeyed, but Serena leaped over Deathy, her nubs turning into jagged claws that desperately wanted to grab the book.

The book slowly rumbled, flipping back to page that held the spell. Madison nodded, chanting it again as fast as her mouth could move.

"La créature qui vous hante ne est qu'un mauvais rêve. Réveillez au sein de votre cauchemar, et se réveiller renaître!"

A bright blue mist filled the room, causing everything to freeze. It looked like time itself had froze. She stared around, fear taking control of her body.

"W-What's going on?"

Her body slowly began to float on its own, everything else in the room copying. Suddenly, a dark, big whole appeared in the center, pulling everything towards it. With her body completely frozen, Madison could do nothing but let the big dark hole drag her body in.

Deathy and Serena were dragged in as well, leaving the room cluttered with a mess of books. Once the hole disappeared, the regular floor returned, and leftover floating books collapsed on the ground, causing Mid Knight to burst in.

"Dea? Madison?" She asked, but was answered back with nothing. Slowly, panic and fear filled her body, but she tried her best to remain calm. She rushed over to the children's room calling out, "Agodea?"

He slowly appeared, nodding to Mid Knight.

"Agodea, Sir Deathwing and Madison are not in the library anymore. All that is left is a mess of books…T-They would not have left without saying something, correct?"

Agodea shrugged and replied, "I don't know. I haven't heard anything since I was sleeping."

This left Mid Knight in even more panic.

Where could they have gone?