Let Them Come

...let them wash over him, if he did not face them he was sure they would destroy him.

He had heard about the deals Libraries Little was willing to strike a long time before he ever thought to make one. At the time they had seemed quite mild all things considered. The horny young men of the school had mainly wanted to get access to relatively low level magic book that would let them slip out of the school and head to the nearby town.

The deals struck for those had been tame, demands to spend time helping out in the Library or simply help Little with work around his home. It had seemed like a easy deal to make, you spend a afternoon moving books or weeding flowerbeds and you would suddenly be able to slip out of the school whenever you wanted! Who could turn the deal down?

Of course Aaralon, the good little boy that he was, had never taken him up on the offer. Although it had been less because he was unwilling to break the rules and more because he was very aware of how closely he was being watched.

It was not until he had found his interest in the summoning arts that he had begun to think about how to slip the ever watchful eyes of the Grand Master and Mistress Pathfoot and meet with Little.

The books he wanted to read where among the most heavily guarded items in the Library. The wards and spells that protected them would first misdirect you, then they would hurt you and finally, if you somehow kept pushing forward. They would, well no one really knew what they would do to you then, however what was known was that you would no longer exist in any plane known to the minds of men.

Aaralon had put some time into trying to bypass the wards himself, getting himself a nose bleed and splitting headache for his troubles. In the end he had come to the conclusion that he would need to strike a deal with Librarian Little.