The night forest was what that makes the northern city of Leal different. The endless night forest was so special in itself that it alone contain all histories in it's being. The forest trees has have seen what had happened in times .it never slept. The endless night forest never slept. Its trees, tall as spires of forgotten cathedrals, stretched skyward into a velvet black sky where no sun had ever risen. the roots of trees older than kingdoms. The forest knew kingdom, and what that has happened in the long histories of world. The forest wasn't forbidden to any single creature in world, even if it meant to be a mortal home for evil and darkness. In the lands of Blue Planet, the endless night forest was only one that was open territoriy to all. In past, legend has it the forest has something so powerful that it runs the territory. But long has gone the time when it has hosted any other legend.
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Long has gone the time when He was carefree in his sleep. Ever since he came back from southern city of Kingstonë, Dylan has turned into a habit of being light sleeper. A single movement with unsettling besides him and he woke up all alert with a small but lethal weapon in his hands. Usually he woke up now with small cries from Lena as she was continuously having some nightmare that didn't woke her up and as soon as Lena woke up, she forgets about it all. This was what Dylan has analyzed after trying few times.
He was in deep sleep when he felt something was prese on his chest. He wanted to woke up and see what the weight was. His eyes refused to open up as he tried his best. A surge of energy passed into him and he was glad that he was able to protect him from whatever it was. But soon the chill fallows. The usual process after whenever he does this meditation. He was still asleep just a conscious of him woke up. He feel something cool moving inside him and it did relax him for a moment.
All of sudden he was thrown into light, the sparkling light that was traveling in certain direction. He tries to oppose it but soon Dylan realized it was not in his hand anymore.
He realized that he was dreaming but had he had any dream of this kind before.
Dylan Al'Xander had dreamt before, of shadows in the deep woods, of storms crossing ancient seas, of voices whispering from forgotten ruins. But nothing had ever been like this.
as the light that was moving in certain direction of time stops and Dylan lando on ground. He found himself standing upon a balcony of crimson stone, his cloak whipped by winds that came from no direction at all. Before him stretched an expanse beyond mortal comprehension, an abyss filled not with darkness, but with light suspended in dust. And within it, titanic shelves, impossibly vast, drifted and turned as though the laws of weight had never been written. As if the laws of gravity doesn't dare to be applied here.
The shelves were filled, every last one of them, with books. Tomes bound in dragonhide, scrolls sealed in crystal cylinders, manuscripts inked on paper that glowed faintly as if their letters burned with knowledge itself. They floated like colossal stars, orbiting each other in a slow and deliberate dance, and the air hummed with their power. He was given a holographic image for a moment, that describes the land of Celestial Library of his time. The image that protrays the destination of any Lorph for God gifted.
Dylan's breath caught as he recognized what was he going to watch; The Celestial Library.
He had been there once, in the present world, not so long ago. He had stepped into the forbidden land of Meges. He had seen the library's gates rise out of the earth like a wound in reality, had walked its endless corridors where shadows whispered truths that could unmake empires. But back then, he had only read in brittle tomes how it had been born. He had never imagined it, never known the scale, the terror, or the majesty of its creation.
And now he was watching it unfold.
On a dais of obsidian light, far across the void, stood two figures. One was old beyond imagining, robed in cloth that shimmered like starlight. His beard flowed like rivers of silver, and his hands, though worn with centuries, glowed with the surety of one who had shaped many creations in this land of mortals. His eyes—oh, his eyes burned brighter than any other elder of Meges. This was he: the First Great Master of Meges, the nameless architect of wonders, the one who had forged order out of chaos.
Beside him stood a youth, tall but not yet burdened by age. His hands trembled, not from weakness, but from awe. For he was watching not merely his teacher, but his future. This was the pupil destined to succeed him—the Great Master Atlan who, in Dylan's time, still ruled the circle of Meges. Dylan realized then that he was witnessing a memory, not of parchment or spell, but carved into the very veins of eternity and that he wasn't present there physically but in mere memory.
"Memory, Dylan memory, " the voice who has been his companion said to him as he watched what Dylan was watching.
"huh"
"You are watching the memory of Great Master Atlan. "
Now it was Dylan turn to be surprised.
The First Grand Master raised his hand.
And the void obeyed.
From the void of light, sparks flared—first one, then a thousand, then more than Dylan's eyes could number. They flared like falling stars, but as they touched the space around, they crystallized into form: shelves stretching outward, ladders spiraling down like rivers of bronze, books emerging out of thought itself.
"Knowledge," the First Grand Master said, his voice echoing across Dylan's dream like a thunder that carried both kindness and command, "is the spine of the universe. Without it, all is chaos. With it, even the stars bow."
The shelves groaned as they settled into the endless structure. Entire halls stretched farther than continents, arches formed from constellations themselves. Books fluttered into place, each page glowing as though inked by the hands of great Historians, Philosophers, Scientist and many others, but most importantly it contain the endless knowledge of Meges that has a beginning now and will end with universe someday.
The pupil knelt, unable to bear the immensity. "Master, what is this place?"
The elder smiled, though there was no warmth in it—only gravity. "It is a vault that shall outlast kingdoms and others alike. Every secret, every spell, every truth—bound here, for those worthy to seek it."
"Who may seek it?" the pupil whispered.
"Few," said the First Grand Master. His eyes swept the infinity of drifting tomes. "Knowledge is both gift and curse. Those who enter must pay the price of understanding, and the burden is heavier than any crown."
Dylan felt the weight of that truth strike his soul like a hammer. This library was not a sanctuary—it was a crucible. A place where minds were tested, where wisdom could elevate or destroy.
The vision shifted. The shelves moved faster, aligning, locking into a grand architecture that made Dylan's head spin to behold. It was not randomness—it was a pattern, a cosmic design like the lattice of creation itself.
The First Grand Master placed a single book upon the center podium, its cover blacker than night and edged with fire. He turned to his pupil.
"This is the First Volume," he said. "The genesis of all. Guard it well, for as long as it endures, so too does the library. Should it be lost, all knowledge collapses back into void."
The pupil bowed, tears shining in his eyes.
And Dylan woke. He woke up by the small cries that came from Lena. Dylan placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her to him, hugging her closer as she slept now peacefully in his arms.
But he was still in disbelief that what he has just seen. He move his hand in small movement on her back, still in thoughts. His heart thundered, his skin cold with sweat. The memory still burned in his veins, as if carved there. He had been to the library in Meges, yes—but never like this. Never as it was at the dawn, when the First Grand Master had breathed it into existence with a gesture and a word.
"The First Grand Master still watches."
A voice said to him again.
And in his chest, Dylan knew the library was real. Not just as a old but Majestic building in the Forbidden Land of Meges, not just as books upon shelves—but as a living, breathing monument. Somewhere beyond the veil of stars, The first Great Master of Meges was floated still, and watching us from the realm of dead.
Sleep was far away from him now and he knows what he has to do once he go back to Capaldi and what was waiting for him in that parcels that his mother informed him off and placed them in the most hidden and well security room of Al'Xander mansion. He has completed all the volumes of Ancient record of history that Great Master Atlan has gifted him on his eighteenth birthday. And now he has given him the last one. The one that contain all the answers that he wants.
He watched her, his Lena sleeping soundly in his arms for time being before sleep once again claims him.