Flynn Carsen loved danger. So much so that he leapt an any opportunity to escape the boring confines of the Library for the chance to find some obscure artifact or missing treasure that hadn't been seen in thousands of years. But this time his mission was serious. Ever since the Serpent Brotherhood had breached the sacred confines of the Library, it had been severed from the physical realm. Judson, Charlene, all of the great and powerful things they'd spent centuries gathering...all was lost.
So Flynn had made a vow. That until he found the rest of the Library and restored it, he would not rest. He would search every crook, every nanny, until he found what he needed to bring it back from the brink. And today, he was on the trail of a prospective find, one of the sacred pearls of wisdom from the Eastern Dragons, said to grant whoever held them the power to see all possibilities. Maybe one would show him how to save the Library.
But finding the pearl had proved difficult. In addition to potentially angering the dragons, the pearl was said to be kept in a dark cave filled with traps and pits. Every adventurer who had gone in search of it had perished.
But it didn't matter, not to Flynn. There was no price he wouldn't pay, if it meant he'd get Judson and Charlene back. They were his friends, his mentors, and the only people who believed in him at a time when he didn't. They'd given him a purpose, and now the time had come to pay it back.
After days of carefully studying the cave, learning every mapped route by heart, and running through more scenarios than he would have wanted, he was ready. But just as he put one foot inside the cave, someone appeared behind him.
"Hello, Mr. Carsen. I see you're busy, but the Library needs your help now more than ever."
"Sorry, Jenkins, but I really am kind of busy now. Can this wait until, let me see, next week?"
"I'm afraid it cannot, Mr. Carsen. Morgan Le Fay has returned, and she's bringing back Mordred."
At the mere mention of the name, Flynn froze. Mordred was one of the greatest villains mankind had ever known. His wickedness had single-handedly brought down the great age of Camelot, and his blade had taken the life of the great hero Arthur, who Flynn admired more than anyone else. He was supposed to be dead, in a place where his remains could never be found. And yet his return would be the end of civilization, the apocalypse incarnate. Nothing was more important than preventing his resurrection, Flynn realized.
After a few seconds of careful thought, he turned around and returned to the Library with Jenkins. Many happy voices greeted him.
"Where have you been?"
"You can't keep running off like this, Flynn!"
"Can't you stop being so selfish for once!?"
"What would Judson think if he saw you like this?"
"Everyone stop. Give him the chance to catch his breath."
Flynn took a deep breath and then addressed his friends and colleagues.
"What exactly have you lot been up to these days? Besides needing me to come and clean up your mess?"
