[littl3chocobo]

what a terrible day it was, blearily he pulled himself from the strange things he had read the night before, he had not slept at all. the books on his grandfather confirmed what mizuki had said though why he was not sure, most of the information was exagerated or untrue, there were bends and mistakes in both the storys and the printed facts, it was no wonder luka's teacher thought he was something so scary, though what he found out about those supposed 'pure shadows' made him worried for a different reason. those men, no, monsters were more frightful than anything he'd imagine people could aspire to be, from dark summoning rituals to forced reincartation they sounded like bad news all over and strangest of all the small book he grabbed so unthinkingly was it seems a diary of one such person made from parchment and slate blue dragon hide, it could have been a hoax, certainly so, but it bothered him all the same, for one he saw the names 'luka' and 'mizuki' both reffred to, luka being the writer and this mizuki a subject of interest, he skipped most all of it but even so he felt nervous. he stashed the book under his bed wrpped in a lace kercheif ward made by his granna to protect it from detection. the owner must have been a hundred years dead by now given what the cover date said but still those two names sent a shiver up his spine, he needed to return the book as fast as possible to the library