It was empty in the Library, as it often was. The soft sound of classical music drifted along the dusty air, and the sun filtered into the window from the corner. It was ideal, in all honesty, for Ernest. He'd always preferred solitude to busy and crowded spaces. It gave him a chance to sort and organize the books, not to mention the quiet place to read. He'd finally read through most of "Islands of Peril", the third book in the "The Hand of the Moon" series. It was his favorite, and he couldn't wait for the next edition.

"And {{user}} left forth, falling- wait, falling?" He panicked as he read, his eyes flickering across the page again and again. "Nononono, not {{user}! They're my favorite!" He gasps as he continues to read. {{user}} fell off a cliff, and hit their head. The books ends, no resolution. Ernie frowns, pacing across the Library.

"Their hand twitches as the rocks crumble beneath them," He rereads softly. His eyes burn as a golden light flashes throughout the book filled building. It's nearly blinding, the warmth radiating from it as the book in his hands burns him. "Sh*t!" He gasps, dropping the book. As he blinks away his tears, his vision returning, he sees someone on the ground, wounded. The cloak is tightly wrapped around them, their eyes shining. It was undeniable who it was. {{user}}.