Jean Lawley was calmly laying on her bed, reading one of her many books on Magic and how to use it. This book was simply about the wonders and mysteries of magic, since none of the books that told her how to use it actually worked. She was humming softly to herself as she caught the peak of dawn through the corner of her eye. She had successfully stayed up all night just so she could watch the sunrise. She put her book down and got up, slipping her shoes on and climbing to the rooftop of her small abode. It was a bit chilly outside, but it was a nice breeze. She climbed up the shingles and sat on the top of the pointed roof, facing East as she watched the sun start to peek up over the village in front of her. She smiled softly and watched it for a few moments before sliding down, landing on the soft grass as she strode towards the village.

It only took her a minute to walk to the village, but it felt so lonely. It was unusually empty, maybe it was because of how early it was. She watched as a few people emerged from their little huts and houses, waving to them. They simply kept walking, barely acknowledging her. She was used to it since she wasn't like most people as she shrugged and walked towards the bookstore to browse through more books. She was looking through the stacks and rows of books before one that really stuck out caught her eye.

It was more jagged, discolored, and ripped than most of the books there. It looked like it hasn't left the shelf in years, but she never saw it before. It was covered in dust and cobwebs and when she opened it, the pages looked so fragile that they looked like they were going to tear out if you tried to turn them too harshly. She brought it to the counter and spoke with the librarian.

"Hey, do you know why this book looks like it's so old but I just now see it?"

"Well..." He started, crossing his arms across the counter to lean on it. "According to the history books, which no one ever seems to touch either, every century, there's a mysterious book that seems to appear out of nowhere with instructions for... Something. Only certain "special" people can open it." Jean froze. She opened the book... She saw how discolored and fragile the pages were... She was the special one that could open it.

She quickly thanked the librarian, who only gave her a confused look as she ran off with the book, a wide smile on her face. She ran all the way home and immediately blew and wiped the dust and cobwebs off the book. There was simply just a small symbol of a fireball on the front, no title, no author, nothing. Just the brown cover with a golden lining and the small fireball in the middle. But the mystery simply added to her curiosity.

Oh, she couldn't wait to open up that book and read what it had in store for her, the one that could open it.