Camilo strolled through the library, looking around for books that could be useful. He saw red arrows standing out in the purple carpet, leading him somewhere through a maze of books where he knew he'd find the answers. No one had told him that it would lead him to the resource for his answers but he just... knew. There was always an answer to everything, you just needed to find out where it was hiding. He was glad about the arrows though, he wasn't one for 'studying'. He just liked to know the answers and he was glad that he would find the right book for that immediately. 

He kept walking for what seemed like forever till he stopped and looked at the clock on the tree next to him. It was already an hour past mid night. Sighing, Camilo flopped into a bed that had materialised next to him, accepting his needs. I'll find the book tomorrow... he thought though he could already feel his eyelids begin to close when he saw a flash of something outside the window he always liked to look out. A gray glow. But it barely registered before he felt the clutches of sleep take him firmly, as he drifted off to sleep. 

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Camilo woke with a start. He couldn't remember why, only feeling some urgency ordering him awake. He turned his head to the clock next to him on a tree. 6:00. Camilo frowned, he felt like something important had happened, or was happening... the book! Jumping up Camilo looked at the purple tiles of his room. Red arrows still laid over them, leading him straight to where he needed to go. 

There was only one hour before breakfast, he would have to be fast if he wanted to find the book. Running between rows and rows of bookshelves Camilo wondered how long it would take to find this book. It must be one hard book to find if his room had to take this long to find it. This long to find the book and make it a place at the back. Mainly things that were harder to find would be at the back of the rom because they had taken longer to find and just managed to appear in the room as it transformed. 

After what felt like a millennium but was really only 58 minutes, Camilo found one singular book occupying a shelf. And that's where the final arrow pointed. He panted, trying to get his bearings after the long run. Wiping his hands on his ruana Camilo reached out and took the book of the shelf. The leather felt worn and old in his hands but as he opened the book his breath seemed to catch in his throat. The words on the first page were written by ink, and he could already guess who by. He stared at it, his jaw dropped open in in shock as the words turned over and over in his head. No it couldn't be.... but it was. The ink letters stood firm and clear on the white page. 

To my dearest Pedro...

Sorry about the short chapter! Hope you don't mind! =)