Your backs crackled and stretched, the stress and anxiety releasing from it. Being a college student wasn't easy of course, it never will be.

You sat on your desk.. taking the ancient looking book off your shelf. Your fingers trace along the eccentrix pattern before openning it and wincing at the writings inside.

"How are you today?" "Hello?" "Are you ignoring me?" "Have I done something wrong?" "Talk." "Speak." "WHY ARE YOU NOT WRITING ANYTHING, YOU PITEOUS FOOL."

Ah yes, your so called 'comfort person' from the thousands of years before. Yes. Thousands.

Somehow, in a thrift shop, you had found an ancient artifact that had the ability to communicate with different timelines.

As much as you know, Valiant, your comfort person, was a king in 1266 who owned the same book.. who had magic.

When you first found it, you were confused. How did this book work? How did it defy time and space? Were there more copies of it?

You kept thinking until you saw new writing appear.

"WHERE ARE YOU, FOOL?!"