Chapter 14
Satoshi helped you to sit in the library. "I thought maybe a change of scenery might make you feel better. I'm told you love books." He attempted to lighten up your gloomy mood but it was fruitless. "Thank you Satoshi. If you don't mind I'd like to drink my tea in silence, alone." He frowned and gave you the cup. "If you need anything, please shout for me." With that you were left only with the walls and walls of books as your companions. Not even the wide expanse of literature could hold your thoughts for long. So many images of Kurade and your past kept running through your mind. The tears would no longer come, for the grief was permanent now and the well of tears had spilled for the last time. 'What does Naraku have against me, for all he knows I've been long dead. At least I feel like that's so.' A humorless laugh escaped your lips. 'No more tears are to be shed. For the first time I'm going to let this one run its course. I just hope I die before I can see the end of the tale.' Before long, a calm had settled over you and you took your last swig of tea. 'I am to play the joyful mother for Rin's sake, I want to make sure that when I say goodbye that I made her happy.' The turmoil in your mind finally settled with the thought of Rin's happiness. At last the vast collection of books caught your attention. It stretched from floor to ceiling and covered every single space there was except the back balcony door and the entrance door. There were small desks scattered here and there. Most were stacked with papers you guessed were government official papers like taxes and treaties. None of the desks screamed "Sesshomaru" or in other words there was no obsessively neat, over sized desk that was ornately designed. 'Like always he doesn't like to be close to his subordinates.' You climbed the ladder and began to search through the historical texts. "For an uptight asshole he's got quite a collection." You pulled out an old book that was about to fall to pieces. It had 'The Origins of The Sacred Race' scrawled across its worn binding in the old language. The author was nowhere to be found within the text. "Strange. There's nothing but a title page, not even a list of sections." You took the curious book and settled in a chair near the balcony. The pages smelled crusty and dust flew into the air every time a page was turned. Finally you found what you were looking for, the date of creation. It was dated more than 20,000 years ago. You flipped the pages and noticed that most of the pages were written in a mixture of ancient hieroglyphics and a varied form of the old language. "How interesting…" You snapped the book shut and walked to your room. 'This requires looking into; maybe it'll tell me where the true source of the demon powers.' Satoshi was leaning against your door smiling at you smugly. "I knew a book would lift your spirits." He snatched it away from you and raised an eyebrow at the mixed languages. "I didn't know you could read the old languages." Obviously he was impressed. "Well sort of. I know Latin and some hieroglyphics but these are so old and variegated that it's going to take some time to translate it. I thought maybe it would keep me out of trouble." He just laughed at you. "Good idea, maybe when you finally translate it you can curse our lord into oblivion." You did a double take and took the book away from him. "But this a creation myths book, not a spell book… right?" He just laughed at you again. "Actually it's both. When I studied across the far western lands I learned that in our mages the ancient language has a weird binding power, as if in a spell. Your ability to use Latin to perform spells proves that. Imagine that ability but on a larger scale. The first languages are so pure and powerful that any command spoken is so powerful the victim loses all control over their sub conscious and normal conscious, they become a mindless puppet. And this book is written so that it's coded, so reading it after translating it, it's a mythology story but if you read the first letter of every word it creates ancient spells. Study hard milady and decipher them for if you do then you will be the most powerful mage in all the lands." He winked at you and walked away. You were speechless. 'Maybe I don't have to follow my directed path as I planned to. Maybe this book can help me change the future.' Still a little gloomy, but a little better than before, you got to work. 'I might actually be able to beat Naraku.'