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On the front of the book, it was titled, 'A Complete Guide to the Society of Dreams'. "Hmm. Wonder what the society of Dreams is..." Louis' voice trailed off. "Pass it over here, I want to check something." Louis took the book, and flipped through it. There was dust everywhere, but Louis was more distracted by the fact that the book was empty. "Nothing... Nothing at all." Louis sighed.
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He handed the book to Louis and watched him flip through it. "What do you mean there's nothing," he asks confused, "there has to be something in it. You can't just hide a book for years behind other books in a library and leave it empty." Chris seemed obviously annoyed at the fact that the book was empty. He liked a good adventure but when their one and only lead turns out to be a bust then he basically wants to give up.
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"Maybe we need to do something? Invisible ink maybe?" Louis wondered. He took the book over to a nearby table and started flipping through it. He seemed to notice faint outlines of pictures and drawings on each page. "Waiiit. See here? It looks a bit like a werewolf..."
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He shrugged and followed slowly behind Louis. -Doing paperwork is easier than this- he thinks. He perked up though when Louis was pointing something out and leaned over to look at the page. "Yeah it kind of does," he says, "but why would someone hide a book about werewolves? It's not like they are that special any way. Just people that turn into big, hairy, wolf people."
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"Big hairy, dangerous people!" Louis chuckled. Looking some more at the book, he managed to find a bit of faint writing in the cover. "Any idea what that says?" He said. Asking Chris, he passed the book over.
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He squinted his eyes to look at the writing and says, "I believe this is ancient writing from past vampires.." He reads the text on the cover some more before deciphering it and says, "It reads, 'Werewolves and gargoyles, the end of our race'" Chris stood there for a second, rereading the text to make sure he got it right. He then flipped to the first page and looked for any more writing which he read allowed, "'Prophecy made by Treznor of Cazimir.. And one shall look upon a great statue of wonder. One eye takes up it's hideous face and giant hands to blunder. Place a sword against it's eye and repeat the phrase. 'Begon fowl creature' and trust me you will surely be amazed. But be warned for those who seek a gift of decorative display. For they shall only be given the present of being betrayed...'" (God it took me a while to write that and sorry for the long amount ;-; )
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"But what does it mean?" Louis asked in a bewildering tone. "Do you think the werewolves are out to get you and your family?" Finding a chair, Louis sat down, clearing his head. Looking around the library he cleared his head, and then had a realization. "The gargoyle! In the ballroom? Is that what the reference to Gargoyle could be?"
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Chris thought with a shrug trying to decipher the poem himself. When Louis suggested that it might reference the gargoyle he snapped his fingers loudly. "That's it!" he says loudly, "it could be talking about the gargoyle! But a sword against its eye? Do we have to literally put a sword against its eye? And what about the betrayed part?"
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(I'm just gonna go with that plot line you suggested over PMs xD evil Louis it is lol) - "Do you have a sword?" Louis asked with a smile. Stuffing the book into his pocket, he got up. "Let's go have another look at that gargoyle... something tells me that's where all the action happens!" Walking over to the library door, with each step he got more exited. Maybe we've found something! Is what I bet he's thinking... and then we'll get him!
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(Lol) ~ "I have a fencing sword in my room," Chris says, "that should count as a sword still. I can grab it on our way back to the ballroom." He excitedly followed after Louis. He wondered what the gargoyle was hiding. A secret map? A treasure vault? Or maybe it as just a dumb statue.. Either way this whole thing was very exciting.
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