The Feeling of Despair.

"IT WORKS!" you exclaim, unable to hide your joy.

You can only think abou two things: "I banged Kylie" and "This shit really works!" You decide that you will learn everything you can from the book and that you will take care of this as if your life depends on it.

Walking back home you mind drowns in thoughts about the book, What is this book? Why something like that would be in an abandoned hut? Where it came from? Does anybody else knows about the book? Is there anyone else who can use magic? Does is have any side effects?But most importantly:

Who was the previous owner?

You feel happiness mixed with doubt, your curiosity about the book and the mysteries that surround it makes you want to know more and more, sadly this feeling won't last any longer. When you get home, you realize that the door is open, you certainly locked it before leaving, the smile in your face quickly fades away.

Someone broke into your house.

You run desperately into the house and see everything turned upside down, furniture overturned, drawers and cabinets open, objects thrown on the floor, someone definitely broke into your house! The strangest part: They didn't take anything of value. You quickly realize what the person who invaded probably was looking for: the book!

You run to the place where you left the book, your room, when you get there you see that just like the rest of the house, they also searched in your room, everything is out of place! You look in the middle of the mess, desperately throwing things around in search of the book, where is it?! How could you leave something so important laying on your room without any protection?****

"How can you be so careless? You Idiot!" you mumble to yourself.

Your heart beats fast, your despair is almost tangible, you keep looking through the mess but you have no idea where the book is.

"Looking for this?"

Your despair turns to pure fear when you hear a female voice behind you, you don't recognize that voice so this is probably the person who took the book. what does she want? Is she here to kill? To **** you perhaps?

You slowly turn around, you're ready to run, but will you be able to run? What if she attacks you before you can react? Does she have a gun?

Many things are going through your mind right now, but one thought stands out:

"I'm so screwed..."