Chapter 156: The Tale Of The First Magical Vampire {4}
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Young Nicklaus stood before the border of the Realm, the center of it all, before him was a long thin line reaching the heavens with heavy dark clouds, the thin line glowed like strings in a straight line showing an opening, the rest of the environment was nothing but a dark forest, quiet as the ocean but the dark clouds brought in clamorous thunder that shock the earth.
Nicklaus took a long look at it before sauntering towards the border, the thunder became louder and louder but he didn’t faze. He wasn’t so sure if he gets to the border he would be able to locate the library, the border of the Realms was like a center gate created way before time itself, a representation of the Realms in the universe, going in he would just go to any Realm of his choosing, but he wasn’t so sure he would be able to locate the Holy library.
Although Alaric said it might be possible because he was chosen to be the first and the last to encounter it. Putting that aside the Holy library was not tethered to the other Realms, there was no anchor leading to it, going in there now was just a hunch.
Nicklaus stopped in front of the border, his emerald eyes fixed on it.
"Are you lost, boy?" At the sudden voice he snapped towards it. Seeing an old man with long beard and hair, milky white, his clothes white too and jewelry graced his neck, seeing the ornament Nicklaus realized what it was and its meaning.
This man must be the Handler, an ancient being tasked with the duty of guiding anyone through the border to whatever destination they wanted to be, although some magical beings possess abilities to portal to other Realms, some Realms were not able to be located except they use the border.
The old man sips his tea, he sat beneath a tree inside a pavilion, like a picnic was lay out there and, the land in which the pavilion was on... was in a circle format and the grasses was the greenest of the all, at the edge of the land was a stream with lotus flowers on then, it was a wondrous sight, he might be a Handler spending eternity in this forest but he was sure making the best of it.
Nicklaus walked to the old man but didn’t cross over to the pavilion, he shall make his request and the Handler shall grant it.
"I’m not lost, for I have come here seeking to find the Holy library, Handler" at his bold and fearless words, the Handler spilled his tea, coughing. Nicklaus cringed at the sight.
His gray eyes meet the young boy who has just started the impossible, and then he burst into a pearl of laughter, it echoed in the entire path.