The days that followed Emma’s first encounter with the library were marked by failed attempts and thwarted plans. Vivian, ever-watchful, seemed to appear out of nowhere, her voice scolding and maternal:
“Emma, this is no place for little ones. Off you go now.”

But today was different. The house was unusually quiet. Vivian had gone out on an errand, leaving Derrick absorbed in his work, his study door firmly shut. Emma’s opportunity had come.

The nursery door creaked open as the little girl peeked into the empty hallway. Shadows from the late afternoon sun stretched along the wooden floorboards, casting intricate patterns. Emma moved with purpose, crawling silently, her tiny hands pressing against the cool planks. She paused at the corners, her wide eyes scanning for any sign of movement.

Finally, she reached the library door. Its dark wood loomed before her like the gateway to another world. With a determined push, the heavy door groaned open, and she slipped inside.

The library was a realm of quiet majesty. Towering shelves stood like silent sentinels, each row brimming with books of all shapes and sizes. The air was heavy with the scent of aged parchment and leather bindings. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, dust motes drifting lazily in its golden beams.

Emma crawled to the nearest shelf and reached up, her small fingers brushing the spine of a particularly thick book. With a grunt, she tugged it free, the weight nearly toppling her backward. She giggled softly, her laughter swallowed by the library's vast silence. Settling on the floor, she opened the book, the pages crackling with age.

Her tiny fingers traced the illustrations as she studied the intricate map of the Human Kingdom, Eldo-Clearoth, to the west. The text spoke of the Saturn of Lily Valley, a sprawling meadow filled with celestial flowers believed to bloom only under a full moon. Legends claimed it was the birthplace of Aurora, the goddess of dawn, though the book offered frustratingly few details.

Emma huffed, her lips pursing in frustration. “I want to know more,” she muttered, flipping to the next page.

As she continued to read, the book described the Human Kingdom’s grandeur—a land brimming with life, its cities a patchwork of bustling marketplaces, grand castles, and peaceful villages. Emma’s brow furrowed as she tried to picture it, the imagery sparking her imagination.

Her exploration was momentarily interrupted by an itch. Tugging at the edge of her diaper, she grumbled, “Curse this thing. How can anyone focus like this?”

Determined not to be deterred, she turned to the next section, her eyes widening as the text described the Underworld Kingdom, the Netherlands. It was a realm shrouded in mystery, buried deep beneath the earth. The book spoke of Towers—massive, obsidian structures that occasionally emerged from the ground. These enigmatic monoliths were rumored to be harbingers of doom, their purpose unknown but their presence always followed by chaos.

A chill ran down Emma’s spine as she read the prophecy:
"When the Towers rise, darkness will spill forth, consuming the surface in eternal night. None above will be spared."

Her tiny hands trembled as she closed the book. “I won’t let that happen,” she whispered, her voice firm despite her small stature. “I’ll grow stronger. I have to.”

As she stood to return the book to its place, another tome slipped from the shelf above, landing squarely on her head.

“Ow!” Emma yelped, rubbing the sore spot. Her annoyance faded as her eyes fell on the title embossed in golden script: MAGIC.

Her heart raced as she opened the book, the pages revealing strange diagrams and arcane symbols. The text described the basics of magic—how it could be harnessed through focus, willpower, and understanding. Could this be the key she needed? A way to protect the world and face the darkness foretold?

She leaned closer, absorbing every word, when a sudden shadow loomed behind her. A chill crept up her spine.

“Emma,” a voice whispered, low and sharp, sending her heart into her throat. She turned slowly, fear gripping her chest.

Ellie stood there, her expression a mixture of astonishment and exasperation. Her hands rested on her hips as she tilted her head. “What are you doing here?”

Emma let out a shaky breath, relief washing over her. Ellie!... she exclaimed, her voice a touch too loud in the hushed library.

Ellie knelt, lifting Emma into her arms with practiced ease. Her tone softened, though the scolding remained. “This is no place for you. Come on, back to bed.”

Emma pouted but didn’t resist as Ellie carried her out of the library. The older girl’s voice was a constant stream of chatter, recounting her day and the stories she had shared with her friends. Despite Ellie’s lively tone, Emma’s mind was elsewhere.

The book on magic lingered in her thoughts, its pages a promise of potential and power. She resolved to return, her determination burning brighter than ever.

“I’ll be back,” she whispered under her breath as Ellie tucked her into bed.

As the soft glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, Emma drifted off to sleep. Her dreams were a tapestry of kingdoms and magic, prophecies and danger. The library had unveiled a world of wonder and mystery, and she was determined to uncover its secrets.

Tomorrow held the promise of new discoveries, and Emma was ready. She would grow, learn, and face whatever challenges the world had in store for her—one page at a time.