Rebellion's Written Souls
Closing The Book
With a quiet whisper of magic, you close the thick, heavy book and return it snugly to the space you found it in. The stiff leather cover feels cool under your fingers, idle specks of dusty conflict falling from the rough parchment edges. A soft glow throbbed at the heart of the ancient pages, mirroring the aching pulse in your chest. You can almost feel the characters from the story, the mage, the knight, the rogue, their hopes and fears mingling with your own.
As much as you'd like to chat further with the characters in the book, you've decided to step out of their world. Despite this decision, you can't ignore the ghostly spirals of letters flirting along the book's edge. Enticing you. The magic coiled within the book simmers, not ready to let go just yet. Tiny whispers float to you from the book, the determination of the rebellion strong even when confined to mere paper.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp pang of loss and uncertainty you hadn't felt before. This weighty book isn't just another mundane fixture of your childhood library anymore. It's their rebellion, their voices, their hope. An unread story doesn't merely mean a tale untold, but a world stuck in a rebellion, dependant on your choices. Darn, you wish making choices were easier!