Fandom: Original Ficiton
Summary: The terms of this agreement were not entirely clear.
Author's Notes: For the writerverse prompt of "Mysterious Books."
"What are these tomes, marked with symbols rather than words?"
The old man speaks over his shoulder, carefully freeing papers from years of dust. "Ancient texts. Many were passed down by the previous inhabitant of this tower."
I pull one off the shelf, peering inside. The pages are just as incomprehensible, filled with lines of strange shapes and the occasional drawing. One picture depicts the unmerciful abuse of a toad.
"Unhand that book!" the old man says.
I drop it, unsettled by the unholy gleam in his eyes. My heart beats like a trapped bird, driving me toward the stairs, but the door will not open no matter how desperately I try.
The old man laughs behind me, raising gooseflesh on my skin.
The door, I realize, is now locked.
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