So here I am, stuck with a possessed book that wants to follow me everywhere, that seems to be able to alter my dreams, and is able to communicate with me by changing the words on its pages. That's just splendid. I really hope that it doesn't have other freaky magical powers; I have enough to worry about caring for the livestock and watching out for bandits.
Apparently when Airlass opened the book, it was re-written to be a redstone manual. I wonder if it stayed that way; I'm not very keen on circuitry but it may be interesting to learn.
So I open up the book again to the first page.
It seems like it's too late in the day to collect more bones.
Maybe we can wake up early tomorrow to collect them. I'm sure it will be worthwhile, as the product is as strong as steel, yet as light as cloth.
Don't hesitate to read me if you have any questions. Otherwise, I'll see you tonight.
By the way, your neighbor's quite rude.
I don't understand why the book is so insistent that I make a full set of bone-enforced leather armor. I mean, it was an interesting experiment, but I don't want to go around wearing it if it looks stupid. Besides, it's hot and it itches.
I decide to wear it for a day. Maybe it will offer better protection, and it just needs breaking in to sit right.
I head up the road past a few houses to the farm. Jonas, my herding partner, is busy unraveling a rope and pulling out shears. Most townsfolk tend to shun him for being an Ender Born, but he works well with the animals, and I've gotten accustomed to his odd colors and accent. He wears a long brown robe over most of his body to conceal his glowing runes. Most people don't realize he's too human to mind if people make eye contact with him.
Jonas tosses me a lasso and a saddle. I fumble with it with the book still in my hand, but I manage to grasp it.
"Finally awake, I see! Good morning to you." He reorganizes the chest for a little while and closes it. "So, did you stay up late reading that book you have there?"
"You're not that far off, actually." I reply "I actually found this book in a nightmare I had last night, and it appeared in my pocket this morning. I'm quite sure it's filled with some sort of dark magic, because it seems to be able to talk to me by rewriting the words on its pages."
"Are you serious?" Jonas gestures with his hand to see the book. I hand it to him, and he opens it. "What a courteous greeting addressed to me!" Jonas's brows raise high on his forehead for a moment. "By Jeb! The pages really do change! In Notch's name! That is certainly one of the stranger things I've seen... it certainly beats that one time I saw lightning hit a pig!"
He gives the book back to me, and I put it into my back pocket again. Jonas and I head into the barn to saddle up the hogs. They greet us with pleased grunts from their bloated bellies.
We ride out into the corral with lassos in hand to lead the sheep out for shearing. This spring morning is especially warm and the sheep will be grateful to have their heavy coats removed.
After a light lunch of pork and melon, Jonas and I work in the corral for a few more hours, and I talk to him a little more about how I found the book, and how it kept asking me to craft the strange armor. We store the wool and produce we gathered before saying our goodbyes. Jonas gives me one last tip before I leave.
"Keep me informed if your strange book does anything else unusual. I'll ask my cousin to look at it this Sunday."
Jonas's cousin is human, but he's very fluent in the magical arts, like the grandmother both him and Jonas share. Jonas's cousin specializes in knowledge about monsters and other sentient magical beings, so perhaps he would be able to understand my book and why it's trying to communicate with me.