Wishmaker Chapter 9: Chapter 9

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As the string snapped audibly, the book, which looked as if it could crumble at any sudden movement, opened wide before his shaken eyes, landing upright on his chest. Huh...? Its aged cover slowly opened itself, with its edges faintly cracking. As it fully spread its leather binding, countless pages appeared before his eyes, moving faintly from side to side in a way that only wind could make them do so. Visibly confused, he pulled his hand away from the strange book, looking at its pages flipping one by one, filled with text in a language he could not comprehend. Between those pages, he could see countless images flash past his eyes, some drawings he might have seen before and some completely new, taking up pairs of pages with dark ink. However, something else caught his eye, not noticeable at first glance, but after a moment of observation. Is it... speeding up? True to his thoughts, the books pages were gradually starting to speed up, flipping themself faster and louder the longer he watched it stand on his bandaged chest. Wanting to grab onto the book and close it as fast as he could, not knowing what would happen if it had stayed open longer than it should. He moved his hand towards its cover, just a finger's length away from closing it. But because he had hesitated a second too long, a stray page was ripped out from the book, landing straight onto his dumb struck face. When his hand took the page off his nose- Flap! Another stuck to it like glue, obscuring his vision. Old pages were ripped out from the old book's spine, flying anywhere they could within the empty room. Val, after managing to cover his face with his hand, watched in horror as the floor, walls, and even the ceiling were being erratically enveloped with a white sea of ink and whiteness. Under Valentine's startled gaze, the book in front of him closed from left to right with a loud clap! Stopping its outburst for him to take in his surroundings, which were now dyed in black and white lines. He looked down at the book, now visibly thinner with no need for any strings to hold it shut. And then opened it slowly from right to left, just to notice only a single page was left in the old book, written in the alien language he had read on its cover. What seemed to be two sentences stood written in the middle of the page. He frowned visibly at the lack of common words, turning the book sideways in case there was another spell he could read aloud. But there was nothing else besides the faded cover, which he for some reason could not find again. All he could do was try to decipher the strange language. I can't read any of this... He wasn't very good at languages, only learning English and some stupid foreign words he had no use for. Flipping the book again so that the page was clear for him to read, he opened his lips, ready to read the sentence out loud. " Per- " SLAM! The door to his room flung open fast, slamming against the poor wall with a thundering bang. Sunday ran into the room, his quick footsteps making the entire hut shake under his great weight, spreading a sense of unease across the room. His clothes were messy as if he had run a great distance just to get here, with countless tiny cuts all over his clothes and one sleeve missing from his long white coat, revealing his thick, hairy arm filled with pitch-black tattoos. "...Sunday?" Valentine called out to him hesitantly, unsure of what was currently happening. A cold rush of air brushed past him, forcing his eyes to narrow at the stinging cold, forcing his mind to focus on looking towards the door. Suddenly, a sense of fear washed over him as he locked his eyes with two tiny flames. Petrified, the boy froze. The book slipped from his feeble grip, bouncing off the bed's soft mattress and falling on the floor, conveniently sliding right under Sunday's feet. He looked down at it without a word. His face was pale and sweaty. His golden gaze overflowing with an emotion Valentine had yet to see him express. For a