Among the books in the library, perhaps discaqrded in a corner, is a well worn book bound in childishly decorated cloth. The book is rather thin, and written in common. Within it, one may find a collection of fairy tales and children's stories, but none they have ever heard before, as the book is from Easton. There are twelve stories, most of which are obviously just drabble and oddly similar to real tales from this realm, with setting and characters the only true difference. Three are noteworthy:
The first, the tale of The Phoenix King, tells a colorful tale of a land ruled by Phoenixes and filled with Humans and Direbeasts. It tells of a corrupt sorceror who tried to bend the world to his rule with an army of men made of metal, and the Muse Whitewing who defeated him. The tale has a tragic, unusual ending, with the Phoenixes all dieing or vanishing and the humans vanishing as well, leaving only the Direbeasts and the shattered remains of the metal men, which the book claims still decorates the buildings today.
The second is a story of the creation of the Abberants. Much of this tale is obscured by splotches of ink, and written over in what looks suspiciously like ancient dried blood. What remains legible tells a story of horrible, cursed creatures with no gender who live to kill others and feast on their private parts. This story, as it is now, does not belong in a children's storybook.
The last is perhaps the most relevant, and is not written as the others are, but rather scrawled on the back cover in ink. It is a rhyme that reads as such:
Through trials hard and horrid
Shall the First of Six Winds rush
While the Second, pale and sordid,
Demands the Third to hush.
The Fourth and Fifth shall guard and know
The pain of losing child and home
While last the Six will learn and grow
After death to the First has come.
The handwriting, if one has a way to know, is Amilin's. The whole of the verses are sarcastic and bitter, and obviously just idle poetry. She must have brought the book here and never taken it back.
