The lights had turned on.

  He wasn’t sure if the journal was the culprit but he was thankful that they had. He was getting a bit tired of tripping over books he hadn’t seen in the dim light.

  He walked around some more, talking with the journal. Asking it questions about the library. The door. The cathedral-like room it was stored in.

  {Get stronger and the answers will reveal themselves.}

  That was its answer to just about everything.

  He could take the journal out whenever he thought about it, and send it to where it came from with just a thought.

  He wondered where it went.

  “Where do you go when I send you away?”

  {Inside you.}

  That sent a shiver down his spine.

  That wasn’t the answer he wanted.

  Not in the slightest.

  He almost wanted to know more but what if the truth was worse than he imagined...he wasn’t going to risk it.

  Being able to perform all these things a mage might do when he wasn't a mage himself. Making things disappear, traveling through a magic doorway. It was all a bit…confusing, and amazing. A realization made him snap out of his daydreams, though.

  Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

  He looked around the now-empty chamber, scanning the walls, and realized. He had no clue where he was supposed to go now.

  He had walked along the walls and checked most doorways on each floor. But he had never found a way out.

  'Huh, Ummm. Guess I'll go for another walk.'

  And so he did.

  For.

  Three.

  Long.

  Days.

  He was exhausted. But he couldn't sleep. His body wasn't tired. He needed a break.

  So he looked at the shelves.

  There were so many books.

  He might as well read one that seemed interesting.

  This one was colorful, it really caught his attention and the cover showed a delicious meal.

  'How to cook human meat.'

  "..."

  It had to be a joke…right?

  He looked at the books nearby.

  It was a library after all. The ones like it should be next to it.

  They were all cookbooks.

  He slid the book back onto the shelf and turned away.

  A little queasy.

  The meal had looked so delicious, he couldn’t have known.

  He didn't feel like reading anymore.

  Flip-p-p-p-p-p

  The journal appeared in front of him. Flipping through its pages quickly before landing on a new page.

  {Task: Organize Library

  Reward: Exit.}

  “Why couldn’t you have told me this days ago.”

  {The conditions were not met.}

  "..."

  “Whatever.”

  All he had to do was organize a massive. Seemingly endless library. What's the worst that could happen?