The Ant and the Grasshopper.
Chapter 16: The Ant and the Grasshopper
The Great Library of Palanthas, Fourthday, Thirdmonth, 356
Six months. It had taken Lanadon six months of too-precious time to copy the book six times. Six months of sneaking into the Library each night and taking the book - removing a book from the Library! - back to his cell. He remembered the first time he had read it, disbelieving the words before his eyes. But what if it were possible?
Once he had read the book, he had known what he needed to do. Six times he copied the book. It went against everything he had ever been taught, everything the Aesthetics stood for, but he did it. He did it so that others would have the chance to decide their roles.
As Lanadon waited for the ink to dry on the final page, he thought back to a year ago. He had been in the Library, doing his part in the endless duty of maintaining the books lining its shelves. Astinus the Chronicler, sitting nearby, had filled one of his voluminous tomes, a rare occurence. His aide Bertrem was ready with a fresh volume, and placed it before him.
“We will begin preparation of the next volume immediately, master,” said Bertrem, noting the short stack of blank books beside the Chronicler.
“That won’t be necessary,” said Astinus as he put his pen to the first page and began writing. Lanadon had been as stunned as Bertrem, who asked for an explanation. Astinus had merely gestured at a nearby shelf. Lanadon had watched as Bertrem ran his fingers down the spines, then drew out an ancient volume. When the aide read the first page he went white and thrust the book back onto the shelf as if it had burned him.
That very book now sat before Lanadon, along with the six copies he had made. Lanadon’s hands no longer trembled when he stared back at what was called “The Triumph of the Twin” and began to turn the pages, but he still felt a chill whenever he read the words on the page before him - the last page...the original penned by the infallible Astinus:
“As of Fourthday, Fifthmonth, Year 358, the world ends.”
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.