“Ahhh!” I woke up with a start. I was in a field of books galore. Leather books, Hard back books, journals, some books that were newer looking, and some books older.

In the corner of the room there was a small desk with a golden book on it I was being pulled to it I put my hand on it and everything was cold except the book the book was burning hot. The air around it was freezing and I was tingling I couldn’t move the boook opened to the middle.

It read ghost spells at the top the rest of the page. On the bottom there were inconspicuous warnings.

Just before I touched the book it lit up a swirl of smoke and flames rose above me.

“What the hell!!!” I thought.

I could feel my face reaching its britest color of red. I fell in pain and the air cooled again.

Right after I saw a light of orange shining from the side of my vision I fell into a deep dase utill I finally rolled my head to the side and passed out.