The library in the Crystal Cliffs may be extensive, and 99% things I had brought from home, but it wasn't enough. I needed more, I needed another 300 books. Or one, one big big book. 

And I know just where to get it. 

Well... I say just, when I really just mean I know it exists. The ancient texts of Earthasia, a beautiful leather bound book detailing exactly what had happened in the Fall, kindly gifted to me by Darcy after he blew up a large amount of the Grimlands, uncovering an ancient library and handing it to me, had hinted at a book of prophecy, so rare that nobody had seen in in 6000 years, ever since the Fall. 

The walkway to the Church of Azari was rickety, and what didn't help was the fact there was a rather excitable dragon flying over head, the flaps from her wings sending the rope bridge swinging like mad. 

I felt the weak bridge swaying too and fro beneath me, gripping onto the hand rails and flipping the dragon off.

"If you do that one more time, I'll find out what powdered dragon tail can be used for."

She immediately flew away, perching on her favourite little outcrop of rock and staring sadly at me. Instead of being nice and throwing her the decapitated body of a chicken, I finished walking over the bridge to the Church of Azari.

Azari was the patron Saint of the Crystal Cliffs. I didn't know whether or not abyss was still alive, but it seemed to fit with the clifftop mages, so yeah! Azari! The god of chaos and the night. Pretty ironic for the ruler that's known for being nocturnal. 

The entrance to the Church of Azari was tall, arching doorframes reaching 8' high at least. Two crescent moons, shining bright in the dying light of the setting sun, replaced what would be door handles. I pulled on one, the door creaking more than usual as I stepped into the enchanted church. 

I say enchanted, but it was a tiny portal spell to make the space inside the church larger than the space on the outside. The church of Azari was known as the best church in the Land Beyond. Weddings, events, meetings, possibly funerals but hopefully not. We do it all.

The sound of my combat boots clicking against the dark oak floors of the church echoed through the hall. The symbol of Azari, a large circle with an X through it, hung above an accurate statue of abyss that Caspian had found because Caspian finds literally everything what the hell.

I sat in one of the front pews, sat on the backrest with my feet on the purple cushion of the pew because who the fuck sits normally?

"Azari, been a while." I mumbled, looking up at the regal robes and hair not as long as Ignius' but not as short as Indigo's of my god. "So, long story short, there's this book I want, it's really rare, and I don't know where it is. Would you mind helping me, please?"

Nothing. Nothing for a bit of time. Not a single thing.

Then, a whistle of wind, wait, that's just the wind coming through the cracks in bricks.

I had started to give up at this point. It was useless, Azari was probably dead anyway so-

A twinkle of stars, multiple tiny little lights shining in a visible breeze, swirling. I reached out my hand, the starry breeze brushing around my arm.

"Woa-" I smiled, before it flew off. I followed, jumping onto Sheila and flying after it. Sheila knew where she was going, gliding after the cloud of beautiful stars.

We followed it all over, from Rivendale to the Undergrove. The Undergrove seemed to be different to usual, a strange energy surrounding it. An energy I did not like in the slightest.

The stars took me to Pixandria, then made me to a huge U-turn to Mythland, where it made a stop.

I stopped, jumping off the dragon and patting its back. "Peri!!?" I called, expecting him to be away.

Instead, the madman jumped out of a house, waving at me. "TSUKES!!!"

I chuckled, staring at my friend. His normally neat hair was messy, and almost black with ash. His red hoodie was ripped and burned.

"What the fuck."

Darcy popped his head out the door, waving at me. "Hey Tsuki!"

That made more sense.

"Whatcha need?" Hyperion asked, brushing burned hair out of his face. (Throwback to the author of this book burning their hair (down to waist at time) and not realising until someone told them)

"I dunno." I looked around for the stars, which had started to move north. "GOTTA GO-" I shouted, running and jumping onto Sheila's back, patting her side and getting her to fly.

We flew for a while, flying deeper and deeper into the mezalean cliffs. We were almost at the ocean when the stars dived into a cave.

I pulled Sheila into a nose dive, patting her head in an apology. "Sorry girl."

We followed the stars until they vanished into a small nook. Parking the dragon, I jumped off, walking into the nook.

The stars settled into the nooks of a beautiful lectern. A gorgeous, green leather-bound book lay on the lectern, a dragon in the centre, words in the most glowing gold ink circling the dragon.

'The Book of Prophecy'

I flipped it open, looking at the first page.

'These here prophecies have been foretold by the likes of Gambit and Tempu, gods of luck and time. May fair fortune be gifted to those who read these many pages.'

Thumbing through the book, my eyes found another prophecy. One that sent chills down my spine.

'The lover of fire shall feel its heat, burning many times over. May the death and darkness consume them, not turning them into their own, merely ending existence on this plane of life.'

Well shit-