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remarkably lighter than he had expected. In fact, it felt almost weightless in his hands. He also noticed that the pages were not regular paper, but rather a tough parchment. Well, here goes nothing. Inhaling deeply, he anxiously pulled opened the cover. The first page revealed two very important facts to Cody. The first was that the Book was definitely not the famous classic written by Nathaniel Hawthorne. And secondly, the Book was clearly not written in English.
    Running his eyes across the page he could not recognize any familiar word. The letters seemed similar to English; in fact several of the letters, such as the vowels, were almost identical to English. However, there were many letter shapes that Cody had never seen before, and unfamiliar accents marked the majority of the letters. What is this?
    For lack of a better idea, Cody cleared his throat and began sounding out the first line as best he could. The words slipped awkwardly off his tongue. The instant he finished the sentence, a roaring clash of thunder shook the house, knocking Cody back against the bookshelf. Regaining his balance, he opened his mouth to attempt to read the next line, but didn’t get far.
    “What are you doing!?” Cody’s stomach jumped. He turned to the open door way. In the archway stood a frantic-looking Wesley; he was wielding a knife. Cody unconsciously concealed the Book behind his back, “I . . . um . . . I . . . Sir . . . I’m so sorry . . . I just . . .” Cody stuttered.
    Wesley wasn’t paying any attention to him. The old man’s eyes scanned the room until they stopped at the empty podium. “No! Where is the Book?! What have you done with the Book?!” Wesley was in a state of hysterics, and Cody knew that the knife he was holding was not intended to butter a late-night slab of toast. Cody understood his chances of survival were slim and brought the Book out from behind his back.
    “I . . . ah . . . just wanted to look inside. I’m very sorry, Sir. I couldn’t read it so you don’t have to worry. I’ll leave you now, I just . . . ”
    At this comment Wesley’s eyes flared up and blazed like a forest fire. “You tried to read it! You fool! What would
    possess you to do something so stupid! So, I’m already too late; we’re doomed!” Wesley screamed.
    A bead of sweat ran down Cody’s forehead. Clearly he was missing something. “But, Sir, why are you doomed? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
    Wesley pierced Cody with a penetrating stare and a crooked smirk formed across his face causing his rough forehead to wrinkle and his face to take on a demented appearance.
    “Clearly, Master Clemenson, you misunderstand me. I am not doomed. We are doomed. This world is doomed.”
    Cody shuddered; his head was burning. It’s just a stupid book! The conversation was brought to a quick silence. A loud thud was heard from above their heads. Once again the floor began to sag under the pressure of footsteps clicking across the floor like fingers tapping on a table. Cody shot a glance to Wesley for an answer. Wesley’s face had gone completely pale. “It’s here,” he whispered in a terrified voice that seemed distant and not directed at anyone in particular.
    “Who’s here? What’s going on, Wesley?!” But the elderly man had already disappeared out the door. Cody followed him at a sprint. The footsteps overhead were growing louder and were accompanied by a steady banging. Thud . Whoever was upstairs was trying to get through Wesley’s bedroom door. Thud. By the sound of it, they would soon succeed.
    Wesley had run to his desk and was hurriedly flipping through his files and tossing papers into the air muttering, “Out of time, out of time.” Cody caught up to him and stood petrified watching Wesley scrounge around his desk like a madman. Terrified as he was, Cody knew it was unwise to interrupt the elderly man. Thud.
    At last, Wesley seemed to have found what he was looking for—he pulled a large sword out from