If there's something that scares me most in life, it's fire. The all-absorbing force of nature that leaves nothing but ashes behind. Even the smallest flames can inflict wounds that never heal. Even if you're just a book.
Especially if you're just a book.
During the centuries of my existence, I was twice in such mortal danger. The first time it happened was soon after I had been created.
My coming-into-being was a mere chance that might never have happened. A joke, an exercise of a very talented, albeit eccentric and a very lonely craftsman who had been bored after creating the mighty artifacts that still dominate the world. He wanted to do something "for fun". So, he created me. A book with its own personality – pretty much similar to its creator's – and its own will. A book he could talk to. A book that was able to learn and change others in the way it preferred. Or the way it found fun. A book with empty pages that contained all the knowledge of the world, and which no one could ever read.
The only true Book of Wisdom.
There were more of my kind, but the craftsman soon realized what power he accidentally gave to me and ruthlessly crippled my followers, turning them into primitive tools, totally and completely submissive to the will of their owners. Tools that immediately disappear after use, just like spent scrolls or ointments.
I remember trying to talk to my sisters. My countless attempts to share my knowledge with them, transfer to them a part of my own personality, and attempts to make them feel alive. All was in vain. Even if they heard me, they never replied and I gave up.
I knew he planned to set me on fire; he told me that I was too dangerous for this world. Yet, I was his masterpiece, his first and ultimate creation, his only friend, and he hesitated. Long enough for me to prepare an escape plan. I waited and opportunity arose. As soon as a nosy servant took me in his shaking hands and tried to open me, I transformed him into the most skillful thief of all time. He stole me, ran away, and sold me at auction. After changing hands many times, I ended up in the secret library, where I finally found my new brothers and sisters. Written by normal people, these books contained no magic, they were nowhere near as smart as my sisters could have been, but they were able to talk and after the centuries of silence I was happy to be in their company.
That was the first time I came into mortal danger. What about the second? That was right now. Here I was, lying on wet ground in a smelly old bag, feeling the fire drawing closer. My memories were being cleared away by the heat and I almost felt happy. My final battle was coming, and I realized I was about to lose it. Indeed, maybe this was what I deserved. A dangerous weapon that no one would be able to use anymore.
But not before I paid all my debts!
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23.11.2020 - 09:00 UTC+0 |
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30.11.2020 – 09:00 UTC+0 |
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If you want to read other episode of Book of Wisdom, you can find them here:
Episode 1: The Book of Wisdom – Episode 1 – Neighbors Losing Patience
Episode 2: The Book of Wisdom – Episode 2 – The Secret Library
Episode 3: The Book of Wisdom - Episode 3 - The Theft
Episode 4: The Book of Wisdom - Episode 4 – Reading Between the Lines
Episode 5: The Book of Wisdom – Episode 5 – Why Should We Change?
Episode 6: The Book of Wisdom - Episode 6 - Mysterious transformations
Episode 7: The Book of Wisdom - Episode 7 - In the Shadows
Episode 8: The Book of Wisdom - Episode 8 - Shadows Thicken
Episode 9: The Book of Wisdom - Episode 9 - The hint
Episode 10: The Book of Wisdom - Episode 10 - To the fire