Chapter #4The Alabaster Library by: Kenny   (Switching to first-person perspective)
In the heart of Demacia lies the Alabaster Library, a magnificent infrastructure filled with towering bookshelves that detailed every piece of information Demacians could find. The library hosts stone tablets from Targon to ancient tomes hailing from Ionia. If there was anything about Darkins, they’re bound to find them here.
“Sir, Crownguard! It’s an honor to meet you for the first time,” the head librarian said. I know it was a compliment, but if the real Garen were here, the head librarian says that Garen doesn’t go to libraries often. Of course, you were not the real Garen, so you smiled cheekily at her compliment.
“Do you have any books about Darkins?”
“Hmmm… Are you sure you’re not looking for books about demons?”
“No,” Fuck the hell not. I just got to this world, and I don’t think I’m ready to face demonic scarecrows and seductresses with tendrils. This nightmare on my hand was enough. “It’s Darkins. D-A-R-K-I-N-S. Darkins.”
“Darkins… Darkins… Ah! The word sounds like Shuriman. You might want to consult the Shuriman section and maps. If you need any help, you can find me here.” The librarian smiled.
Suum and I went to the Shuriman section, which was filled with crusty scrolls rather than dusty books. Multiple stone stelae lay forgotten as the age eroded the knowledge contained in the etches. Since I was possessing Garen’s body, I could not understand what these ancient Shuriman texts meant. Although, Suum’s eyes darted all over the place as if he was homing on something he recognized. Then suddenly, I felt my gauntlet rattle and nudge me toward a forgotten and dusty library corner. It led me to a map sandwiched between two stone tablets. I carefully pulled it out and laid the map on a table. I recognized it as the map of Runeterra, but it didn’t include the land where Viego and Nilah came from. In this map, there are several points marked with distinct symbols. There was the mark of a sickle and bow on Ionia. A bloody sword sits upon one of Targon’s peaks. There were several other symbols, and Suum eyed them intently.
“Look how they scattered my brothers and sisters,” Suum said, a hint of melancholy in his demonic voice. “Ibaaros, Anaacka, Rhaast and Varus are in the East. As well as that fucking cunt, Xolaani. That fucking bitch stole my modus operandi. I’m the possession guy, not her. I hope that bitch has gone mad wherever she is.”
“You want me to meet your siblings. How about we meet the nearest one first?” I asked, pointing to the shield symbol sitting on top of Demacia.
“Joraal? I am eager to meet my siblings, but I am not that eager to get back with that softie. I bet he is still crying about the war we fought against the void. Let’s pick him up after we meet with Aatrox. That suicidal prick balances Joraal’s killjoy attitude. Also, how about you decide since you’re the one with legs between the two of us?”
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