Chapter 7. The One Locked Away

Somewhere far away, there was scuffling of pages. There were books scattered all over. The room was lit with multiple candles. It resembled someone's study. It was full of books yet it looked more like someone's resting place.The ceiling was covered in some ancient calligraphy and paintings. The place looked as if it was untouched for ages yet there were signs of somebody living in traces. The lit candle tips flickered even though there wasn't any wind or breeze. The candles burnt but didn't melt. The place was as strange as the one residing there. The person was greedily going through pages of a very old and worn out looking book. He then went away for awhile and came back with another one. After awhile he went to bring another one. The pattern was on repeat mode for quite a lone time. Whatever the person was looking for, apparently couldn't be found.

"I can feel it. I can feel it. The time is coming nearer by the hours, but why can't I find the answers yet. Where are they hi