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Secret of the silent librarian
Chapter 1
“And this is the sydney Harbour bridge.” I yawned, as my teacher listed all the possible ways to bomb the sydney harbour ( seriously, who would do that?)We were on the bus heading to the state library. The weather was storming. I was excited, not because of the two million books but because I could sneak away to the look at the interesting collection. It reminded me of my dad. He had taught me how to do weird things such as conjuring up sword no one could see.
When we arrived I was the first one to get out of the bus. There it was, standing solemnly in the rain. The large building looked sinister in the rain and storm. By this time the class should’ve gotten out. I looked back, the bus was not there! Then I looked at my watch, it was exactly 12:38pm. Of all the peculiar things that happened to me this was the most crazy.
Running to the entrance I noticed something, a murder of crows. I approached the door. With simple pull of the door handel I was in the library.
Chapter 2 Mr david scott Mitchell
Advancing towards the Mitchell reading room I felt scared.
Goose bumps were creeping up my arm. This was not good. Every step I took, the courage inside me lessened.
After what seemed like an hour of creeping toward the reading room I was there.
Everything seemed normal until I saw the shelves.
Books were arranging themselves, gliding through the air. The books all seemed dead. A sort of wispy mist energy was being channelled from a unknown hand. This was very, very bad.
Then I saw a figure suspended in the air. Its form was flickering like a candle. The exquisitely patterned ceiling was glowing as if it was blessed by the figures presence. The figure was gliding very slowly, using the mysterious energy to arrange the books. Suddenly he spoke, “I am expecting YOU Miss Molly Mcguire.” He spoke quite calmly. His voice was ringing in my head. “It is time” he continued. “I am Mr David Scott Mitchell, you will refer to me as the silent Librarian. “David Scott Mitchell…” I thought.“Are you the founder of this library?” He replied “quite knowledgeable Miss Mcguire.” I took that as a yes ( old fashioned people are so formal). “You are this century’s Guider of the dead.” “For centuries Mcguires have guided sprits to the great afterwards.” “I have remained here because I have been unable to go to the great afterwards.”“It is your duty to also protect spirits. “I have called you to guide me’’ “And your predecessor is your father.
I briefly remembered my dad saying that to guide spirits to whatever the “great afterwards” is to bring the spirits “resolution”. “Umm what is your “resolution”?” “My resolution is that I have been murdered by William Barter, he is immortal in the memory which means he is still alive in a spirit form.” “Resolving this would ensure he would not keep terrorising the living.” “I need you to bring me and him to justice.”
We walked outside the reading room. We kept walking and David was arranging the books again. I suddenly saw something a dark and mysterious shadow. The shadow seemed to tell me to keep walking. We walked into a gallery. The paintings eyes seemed to follow us. Suddenly a big thing pounced on me. “One of William Barters living creatures, infused with the power of the dead.” “I am powerless against this.” David sighed, then he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
I closed my eyes tight and a transparent sword appeared in my hand. This was one weird things my dad taught me. I had used it once to break a glass pot. Then, I charged and stabbed into the creatures head. I kept stabbing. Black stuff came out. “Its the power of the dead.” said David reappearing. “ I must warn you this is just a minion the power of William Barter is greater.”
Chapter 1
“And this is the sydney Harbour bridge.” I yawned, as my teacher listed all the possible ways to bomb the sydney harbour ( seriously, who would do that?)We were on the bus heading to the state library. The weather was storming. I was excited, not because of the two million books but because I could sneak away to the look at the interesting collection. It reminded me of my dad. He had taught me how to do weird things such as conjuring up sword no one could see.
When we arrived I was the first one to get out of the bus. There it was, standing solemnly in the rain. The large building looked sinister in the rain and storm. By this time the class should’ve gotten out. I looked back, the bus was not there! Then I looked at my watch, it was exactly 12:38pm. Of all the peculiar things that happened to me this was the most crazy.
Running to the entrance I noticed something, a murder of crows. I approached the door. With simple pull of the door handel I was in the library.
Chapter 2 Mr david scott Mitchell
Advancing towards the Mitchell reading room I felt scared.
Goose bumps were creeping up my arm. This was not good. Every step I took, the courage inside me lessened.
After what seemed like an hour of creeping toward the reading room I was there.
Everything seemed normal until I saw the shelves.
Books were arranging themselves, gliding through the air. The books all seemed dead. A sort of wispy mist energy was being channelled from a unknown hand. This was very, very bad.
Then I saw a figure suspended in the air. Its form was flickering like a candle. The exquisitely patterned ceiling was glowing as if it was blessed by the figures presence. The figure was gliding very slowly, using the mysterious energy to arrange the books. Suddenly he spoke, “I am expecting YOU Miss Molly Mcguire.” He spoke quite calmly. His voice was ringing in my head. “It is time” he continued. “I am Mr David Scott Mitchell, you will refer to me as the silent Librarian. “David Scott Mitchell…” I thought.“Are you the founder of this library?” He replied “quite knowledgeable Miss Mcguire.” I took that as a yes ( old fashioned people are so formal). “You are this century’s Guider of the dead.” “For centuries Mcguires have guided sprits to the great afterwards.” “I have remained here because I have been unable to go to the great afterwards.”“It is your duty to also protect spirits. “I have called you to guide me’’ “And your predecessor is your father.
I briefly remembered my dad saying that to guide spirits to whatever the “great afterwards” is to bring the spirits “resolution”. “Umm what is your “resolution”?” “My resolution is that I have been murdered by William Barter, he is immortal in the memory which means he is still alive in a spirit form.” “Resolving this would ensure he would not keep terrorising the living.” “I need you to bring me and him to justice.”
We walked outside the reading room. We kept walking and David was arranging the books again. I suddenly saw something a dark and mysterious shadow. The shadow seemed to tell me to keep walking. We walked into a gallery. The paintings eyes seemed to follow us. Suddenly a big thing pounced on me. “One of William Barters living creatures, infused with the power of the dead.” “I am powerless against this.” David sighed, then he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
I closed my eyes tight and a transparent sword appeared in my hand. This was one weird things my dad taught me. I had used it once to break a glass pot. Then, I charged and stabbed into the creatures head. I kept stabbing. Black stuff came out. “Its the power of the dead.” said David reappearing. “ I must warn you this is just a minion the power of William Barter is greater.”