The Book of Ronin: Pre-lude

“Ah! So you have found the place which many have looked for since its destruction.” The young Ronin disciple squinted uneasily at the curator of the library which many had indeed thought was but a legend. The old man moved gracefully towards the young woman and reached out his hand to greet her in the way it was said that humans greeted each other many centuries ago.

Having studied ancient Earth history and customs the disciple immediately held out her hand, and clasped the old man’s hand with a firm grip.

“Good, good,” chuckled the curator “You are not as green as you seem,” he waved his hand towards a massive oak door. “Follow me,” he said curtly and the two of them walked into the Ancient Earth history room.

Without trying to hide her amazement the disciple gasped at the room that she was led into, it was unlike any library she had ever been in. Marble floors shimmered like light from water. There were jewels encrusted on the bookshelves, twinkling like stars on a clear winter sky.

“This way,” said the old man as he led them into non-descript cubby-hole in the far corner of the room. It was far removed from the opulance of the main room.

“This...” said the curator pointing to a heavy brown book that was chained to a bookshelf “...is what you have been looking for.” The disciple let out a gasp, for indeed the book matched the description that she had deciphered in her many researches.

The curator seeing her excitement and what he detected as a little fear decided to leave the young woman to her thoughts.

Can this really be the book that the alliance spoke of? If so what light will it shed? She knew that even though many answers may lay hidden in there surely many more questions would also arise.