OOC: Indeed. Let us get this underway! >:]
"Ugh... my head.... What happened...?"
Wait, what had happened? First, the library. Then there was that strange book. Oh yeah, the book. Then there was that writing, and then....
Genarc's eyes snapped open, and he shot to a sitting position. He looked all around him, his eyes darting about madly as he searched for some sign of the occurrance with the book. Or maybe... what he thought had happened.
The shelves of books rose all around him, like they always had. Not a single thing was out of place. Even his jean jacket was still with him, if only on the floor. That made sense, since he was on the floor as well. But why exactly was he on the floor? Some sort of hallucination?
"It was just a dream, perhaps," he whispered, relaxing a little. He scoffed at himself. It wasn't until Genarc went to stand did he all of a sudden freeze.
The book was on the floor beside him.
His throat was dry as he slowly reached for the old tome. It seemed as harmless and immobile as any other book he had read, but it seemed to him that it could spring to life and attack at any moment. He closed his eyes as his fingers made contact with the leather binding.
Nothing happened.
So far, so good, Genarc thought as he picked it up. Did he dare open it? He cracked the book open ever so slightly. A small peek inside alleviated his worries, if not all together: the pages were blank. Even after a long and careful scrutiny, the faded pages within showed no signs of change or anything spectacular.
Genarc berated himself for being idiotic. Why in the world would a book be dangerous? Was he three years old?
He stood and placed the book back on the shelf. It was then that he noticed something was a little bit off. The library seemed... different. Was it that it was dark and past closing time? Well yeah, that, and the fact that this wasn't his library.
His brow furrowed, he tried to make sense of it all. Where in the world was he? How did he get here? Was that book not some wild fantasy? No, that couldn't be... he had just checked the book. Well then, what in the world...?
"Hi, I'm Piper.... This place is very strange, isn't it?" came a young voice. Genarc froze.
Ever so carefully, he slowly edged along the bookshelves and peeked around the corner. What he saw was not quite what he had expected. Rather than a person, he saw... he didn't really know what. There were a bunch of people; he guessed that's what they were, as they didn't quite seem all human-like.
What first caught his attention was a young girl, or he supposed that's what she was. She had long ears, almost like a rabbit's, along with an odd little tail. She went to each of the people in turn, touching their stomachs... no, pushing through their stomachs! What was going on here?
The second person he noticed was another girl, older than the first, stopping at a hover on the outside of the group. He was surprised he hadn't seen her first, what with the huge wings flapping and keeping her aloft in the still air of the dark library.
As he watched the bird-girl flap her wings at the people on the floor, Genarc suddenly felt strange.... The entire room seemed to waver and move, and he went unsteady on his feet. He quickly grasped the nearest shelf for support to avoid falling over. Was he going to pass out?
The room seemed smaller somehow. That couldn't be right. Was he still dreaming? If he was, he wished it would end already. Genarc felt terrible. He fell against the bookshelf, shaking a couple volumes from their places and sending them thudding to the floor. He closed his eyes and put a hand to his head.
I must be having some sort of heat stroke, or something, he thought. It wasn't hot, however, and neither was he. As quickly as the feeling came, it vanished, leaving a rather drained young man behind.
My head feels strange. He opened his eyes and stared at his hand. His... hand?!
"Aaaah!" cried Genarc, falling over backward and toppling several more books. He had claws! He frantically looked himself over (he was on the ground once more), aned was shocked to find himself covered from head to toe with scales. Smooth scales of a deep metallic blue fused together across his surface to make an impressive hide of natural armor.
Using the now-smaller bookshelf as a support, Genarc tried to bring himself to a standing position... but found that he couldn't. A quick glance over his should revealed a pair of impressive wings that seemed to be throwing him off-balance. What was worse, he had a tail, too!
"This is a dream... this is a dream..." he repeated, closing and opening his eyes repeatedly, hoping it would disappear. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, it didn't.
I am a dragon.... This can't be real....