Ariac Castle (Part 6)
Isaac zipped through the air towards the castle. With a nimbleness gained from long practice, he slid between the protective spells that surrounded his home. He landed lightly in the courtyard where he stopped and removed the protective charms he had placed on himself earlier. He made his way to the main entrance of the building, the door of which swung silently inward as he approached. Without stopping, Isaac flung his cloak at a coat-rack where it arranged itself neatly. He strode straight to the stairs leading to the West Tower. The door to the outside world closed behind him just as softly as it had opened.
In the West Tower library, Isaac cleared one book after another off of a dusty shelf. One of these books must contain what he was looking for. He laid them out on a desk and opened them all to their indexes. Muttering a few words he stepped back to watch as the books flipped their pages. Page after page moved, creating a rustling sound that would rival a forest in a hurricane. Isaac watched as all but one of the books eventually flipped their few final pages and closed their back covers. Ah, of course the biography of Gretnu would hold something about dealing with this type of destruction.
"Let's see what she has to say." Isaac removed the other books from the table and settled down in the chair. The book was dusty and old; it was opened to a middle page:
Chapter Sixteen: On Dealing with the Inhumanity of Magic
Good luck.
Chapter Seventeen: The Difference between Mushrooms and Toadstools
Here's the thing. Most people will never truly understand that Toadstools are not related to Mushrooms at all....
"What?" Isaac roared. "'Good luck' is the only advice she has?" He slammed the book shut. He noticed for the first time that her picture seemed to be smirking up at him with an expression that stated an indifferent pleasure derived from his trials. He shoved the book to the side. Useless waste of paper. He got up and paced around the Tower.