Trevor Benson had been a wizard of the Tower for a long time - so long, in fact, that among his peers, his beard was third longest.

  Walking through the extravagant halls, he revelled in the attention it got. Stroking his beard as he passed door after door on the Office level, the old fart gave a wolfish grin to every passerby, letting them know where they stood on the Beard Spectrum.

  When he finally arrived at the Auror's office, Trevor opened the door with little fanfare, entering the room and standing in front of the grand, wooden desk in a casual manner.

  The Auror regarded him oddly. It wasn't often someone barged into his office without prior accord.

  Taking in the sight of the frowning Augor, Trevor's smile only broadened.

  "I quit. See you!"

  Before the Auror could get a word out, Trevor swished around and walked out of the office, now with a grin so devilishly devious it would have put the Devil himself to shame.

  "... Wha- Wait! Ourellius!"

  "HAHAHAHAHAHA," Trevor cackled and used a movement spell to exit the tower. The Auror ran out of his office just in time to see the old wizard's body be consumed by shadow before dissapearing for good. The burly man kicked the door phrame hard.

  "That damn loon!" The man spat, before reentering his office to report the incident to his superiors.

  ...

  Popping into the room from nothing, Trevor, or Ourellius as he was known in this world, started going over his travel plans, sitting down at his beloved desk full of maps and travel notes.

  This decition had been a long time coming. It had truly been a long, long time coming.

  Trevor sighed, and started packing his things. There was no use crying over spilt milk, as his mother used to say.

  Looking through the rucksack one final time, the old fart nodded contentedly and used another movement spell, "jumping" until he got to the nearest dungeon entrance.

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  It was time for his search to begin.

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  Seething with righteous fury, Liza spent the next day, or week, tempestously moving one mighty centimeter at a time. It was, in Liza's own opinion, the most frustrating experience known to book.

  Because as it stood, she had no idea about the state outside her Library when she herself was not out there to percieve what was happening, and being outside and moving the Hall simultaneously was out of the question. As it was, whenever she moved the room it was taking all her stamina each time, for practically no distance. As simply being outside was draining as heck, and she wasn't even using her physical body.

  Speaking of her physical body, when Liza had decided to experiment with moving the book outside to test the energy drain, she noticed the tiny, blue book had grown in size. It wouldn't have been noticable to anyone else, but with her intrinsic connection to it, she noticed something was different when she laid her figurative eyes on it. When she opened the book - for the first time, she reallized in horror - the first page was filled with the same contents as her blue screen. The next few pages detailed everything she'd done since she'd spawned. Every thought she'd had, every action, every desicion was written in fine, black lettering.

  Curiously, a few lines here and there and sometimes even whole paragraphs had violent, black lines scribbled over them, making the text beneath unintelligable. Liza tried to will the lines away, but felt that same headache grabbing hold of her the moment she did and decided to stop.

  An anxiety welled up in her, but in the next moment, it was gone, replaed by a silent contentedness.

  After the accounts came, to her joyous surprize, pages upon pages with all the knowledge she'd attained thus far from her research skill. It seemed whenever she made a new book, their same contents would fill her book! From the Felitos plant to the thrilling books about air quality and dirt density, it was all there, filling her once blank pages with life.

  Smiling, Liza flew her body away from the bookshelf, its defacto home, and towards the door, then stopped in her tracks.

  That was to say, she didn't stop on purpose, no. What stopped her was the door itself.

  Because the moment the blue book, her new, elegantly flapping body reached the threshold, the quaint wooden door slammed shut with unexpected force, sending her reeling to the floor.

  'Wha, what!? Huh?'

  Disgruntled, Liza picked herself up again and slammed her body against the door, but to no avail. The door remained shut, even when the little Librarian but all her will towards opening it.

  Doing the book equivalent to breathing heavily - aka, flapping exhaustedly in the air - Liza laid herself down on one of the wooden tables in utter shock. It was only then that she was able to open the door, and it almost looked like it was taunting her as it easily swung open.

  And it was then that the realization dawned on her.

  'I... I can't leave.'

  Again, the anxiety crept up her spine like frosty water... but then, it was gone, taken and replaced with a riveting, bubbling, and overwhelming glee.

  'I! I can't leave!! Hahahahaha!!!'