Silently Midian entered the dimly lit hall that is the taras library. His glowing eyes seeming to burn with malice. These eyes were the only thing that could be seen from beneath his weather worn hooded cloak.

Quickly, Midian scanned the library, letting out a sharp his of breath as he realised he was alone. Grabbing a candel, he then moved purposfully amongst the shelves, and began to scan the ancient tomes in hopes that one would help him find what he sought. Frequently, the cloaked figure would stop moving, head cocked as though listening for the faintest of noises, and then look carefully about as though to make sure there were no hidden watchers. Upon reassuring himself of his solitude, he would move down the shelves once more.

In this way, Midian continued long into the night, slipping intot he shadows if anyone entered the room. Like a theif in the night he snuck about until his candel had burned all the way down. With a soft curse, he threw it to the ground, letting the hot wax splatter on the floor as the last of the flames died away. He froze at the clatter made by the brass holder, and slipt into the shadows as a lone scholar entered came in search of the disruption. Midian watched as a small, balding man with very pink skin approached. With a quick look around and a few muttered words about sprites and tricksters, he proceeded to wipe up the now cooling wax, and grabbed up the brass holder.

As the man walked away, Midian pulled his longsword from its sheath. His face like cold granite, he stepped forward and drove his blade through the balding man's body. A quiet gasp could be heard, the mans features pulling into a look of shock and horror. This was followed by a muffled gurggle as the scholars body convulsed. Finally he let the fall silently to the floor, kneeling next to the man's ear, and spoke in the quietest of voices.

I give you a great gift today scholar, for I give you knowledge of how one feels when they die. Ride my blade to the afterlife, and you shall find your wisdom.

Suddenly, a dark glow filled the library, eminating from one of the great shelves near the very top. With an evil laugh, midian wiped his blade on the scholar's robes and walked towards the source. The Dark Book had revealed itself to him.