A thick book lies on a table, covered in a thin layer of dust. It is a leather-bound book, with its corners capped with golden plates. The title can hardly be seen, as the years of neglect has appeared to smudge it off somewhat.

"Ah, yes, this story." A voice can be heard outside of view, sounding almost nostalgic.

"This one's a classic. A story of love, a story of loss. And ultimately, of acceptance. You've heard of this one, no?"

The voice stops, as if waiting for a response. A few seconds pass.

"Oh, I suppose that was a silly question. Who hasn't at least heard of this story before? Ha! I understand."

This time there are sounds of shuffling. Books clattering to the floor, shelves shaking as something bumps into them, wood creaking at the footfalls of a person. Dust seems to fall from the shelves as a few soft coughs are heard.

After a few more seconds, there is silence once again.

Then the voice speaks, closer this time. "Not much of a talker, now, are ya? Well, no worries there. Many come along without as much as a peep, much less a reply. So, I'll just go ahead and assume you want the same thing as the others. You came here for want of a story, now, didn't you?"

As the voice speaks, the edges of the book start to glow a faint light. 

"Now, where to start?"

And the book begins to open, as light spills forth from the inside.

"In the land of Fenral, there exists a place where all those who aspire to be great mages wish to go to at least once in their lives.

No, it is not the Archives of Gylinnea, as vast as its stores of ancient texts may be. Neither is it the Library of Aux, no matter the breadth of knowledge contained within its shelves.

No, it is the Exander Institute of Magic, the magic academy of the elites of the elites, where talent is all but required to even be admitted into its halls. It is here where all of the greatest minds of the ages gathered together to increase the magic literacy of the kingdom of Harlfort on the year 547 of the Elemental Calendar..."

"Are you following the story so far?" The voice asks.

Silence, once again.

"Ah, I apologize if things aren't quite exciting to you yet." The voice continues, almost sounding apologetic, as the book closes with a light thwump.

"I suppose we can skip all of the boring parts with the start of the book. Never did like the verbose details into the history of the entire setting. Perhaps we can cover that at a later time. Whenever you ask of course."

Then, as if brought to life, the book begins to float above the table. Its edges glowing with the same faint light as before.

"For now, I'll just skip into after the whole 30 page segment detailing the history of the kingdom and the universe, skip the countless houses of nobles in Harlfort -- maybe even the lengthy details regarding each character -- "

At this point, the cover of the book opens, spilling light once again. The pages seem to flip over endlessly as more light covers the area. 

The voice trails off, mumbling to itself about 'skipping this part' and 'rewording that sentence' until finally -- "It's done." The voice states as the book begins to close once again. This time, it does not seem quite as thick as it was before. There seems to be less dust as well.

"I've adjusted the vernacular to be a bit less professional. Hopefully it starts to read as less of a textbook and more of a novel."

Once again the book floats into the middle of view, edges glowing. The book opens.

"Now, where was I..."