Wading through History

It was an odd tome, that was for sure. For as old as it looked and for as old as it said it was, the book that Talon held between his fingers, rugged and sun-dried, provided a valuable piece of history. If anyone really cared about that sort of thing after all. Asahel Warner, a name he had never heard of before nor did he ever have an intention of learning about before finding the book, was the writer of this strange story. A man sent out on a quest to find some piece of history and become famed and loved among his people. It wasn't too surprising, America had been a fledgling nation during the early 1800s, it needed heroes and other legends to be formed in a good light. Maybe Asahel thought he was going to be getting a good end of the stick, something extraordinary would happen and he could become an idol like Washington. Even now, Talon could read his hastily written handwriting and sense the regret between the empty spaces, he could sense the sorrow towards his actions and learn of his harrowing fate. It hadn't ended too kindly.

Suddenly, Talon was thrown back into a clearer state of mind, the book still spread out before him. He couldn't believe what was on these pages, it told a story of something he'd expect out of some middle grade school project. He wasn't surprised it wasn't some sort of novel or something, seeing as how the guy wrote it with the last essence of his life, but still. It was an unbelievable adventure this guy had gone on, regardless if it had ended up in complete failure. Putting his face on a leveraged hand, he rubbed his face thoroughly, trying to ease his mind away from the odd story. Sure, this Asahel guy had it pretty rough, had a somewhat good legacy to live up to, but for what it was worth, it hadn't been worth it. Not all that. Closing the book with a slight thump, he slid it away from him, trying to further process what he was trying to interpret. Had Asahel gone insane from the long journey? It almost sounded like the man had seen some sort of demon or something, a thing even Talon had never heard of before, even in all his studies. It was an ominous description, if not a little vague. Well, people during that time wrote vague or not at all, so it wasn't surprising.

Talon began to experience some mental exhaustion though, possibly provoked by his constant thought on the subject. Many sleepless nights had been spent trying to further figure out what Asahel had been saying, everything in his descriptions had been either vague or missing, especially towards the artifact. That one artifact supposedly killed his men and further tormented his mind to the point of insanity. Sadly, he hadn't even gotten close to it, so it was safe to say this was a borderline obsession. The plagues though he had mentioned interested him greatly, it sounded very familiar for some reason, he couldn't place his mind on it, but it was still lurking on the edges of his head. With a slight groan, he practically slammed his forehead onto the table, hoping that he would lose all thoughts in the next couple of seconds. It didn't help at all.

(Thanks for the long post, prick )

Caiden was very much interested in this book, Talon had found earlier in the school holiday while they were cleaning the attic. It had valuable, yet bizarre information in but it was yet to be decipher. The story behind this book was interesting. About some man sent on a mission to find some secret treasure. Something that was extraordinary, something out of this world. A valuable piece of item that would've brought them fame and glory. Something that Caiden would surely love. From what he learned from this book, he knew had to continue this man adventure. Bring and take the fame and glory that was taken away from him. He knew Talon felt the same as he did. Probably more to his liking.

Caiden walked, quietly into the library, yawning and rubbing his eyes sorely from tiredness. He hand't got enough sleep lately, he was dead tired. He had spent the rest of the night with Bella up in the Astronomy Tower making out. He just wanted to sleep, but Talon had called him in to visit him in the library to help interpret the book. He knew how valuable it mean't to him so he couldn't let him down. Making his way across the room, he spotted Talon sitting in the middle of the library, collapsing from the tiredness. 'Hey,' said Caiden, groggily as he rubbed his eyes sorely again as he took his place opposite of Talon. 'Find anything yet?" he asked, taking a small sip of his high caffeine energy drink which he had snuck in from the muggle world. But still the tiredness wouldn't go away.