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Nt1330 Unit 6 Creative Writing

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The two didn’t have time to reply before I was running. I hadn’t expected myself to do it this way, but the 1 AM bells began tolling just as I got to the trees. Cresswell plunged in after me and disappeared further in. Comstock crawled in as I held the leaves back for him, and we both looked out into the street we’d just come from. The guards were changing. Tired, half-asleep men bearing the royal sigil were replaced by alert, well-rested men, and I was relieved we’d arrived before that had happened. Comstock looked that way, too. I turned back and followed Comstock. The bushes and shrubs went straight up to the edge of the brick library. It was formerly a church, then it was a brothel, and then a rich man converted it into a house for his …show more content…

I turned away and walked up to the locked door back inside. It was dark inside the library at 1 AM. I knelt beside the door and took out the spare key Barksdale had given me. I forced it into the keyhole and then tapped on it until I heard the lock break from the inside. I turned the knob and the door swung open easily. “Nice one, you little thief,” Comstock said, clapping me on the shoulder. He and Cresswell filed in as I took my key back out of the lock and dusted myself off. Closing the door behind me, I followed them inside. Comstock was waiting in the sitting area in front of the door, but Cresswell had disappeared somewhere into the maze of bookshelves. “Alright,” I said, whispering just in case. “We have about five hours before Barksdale wakes up and notices I’m gone, and about seven until this place opens.” Then I pointed Comstock in the direction of tribal legends and folktales, and made my way toward verified history. I found Cresswell between nonfiction accounts of people turning into barnyard animals, and speculations against the existence of the gods. He was parsing through a book titled, “Man to Cow”, and humming quietly to …show more content…

“You know, I have a first name. We’ve known eachother long enough for you to use it. I mean, I call you Alene, don’t I?” “Cresswell, you work for me. It’d feel wrong if I used informal language to refer to you.” “Just have a stab at it. I know you know the name.” I sighed, then said, “Hey, Eric.” He grinned. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” “Shut up… What did you find?” “Do you want me to shut up or tell you?” He teased, then waved it away and said, “Nothing much, so far. I’ve seen a couple books on overall dragons, but as far as I can tell they don’t cover habitat.” From across the library came Comstock’s shout, and a few seconds later he tore into the aisle of shelves we were in. Then I heard it -- the crash of a door being kicked open. I grabbed Cresswell -- no, Eric -- and pushed him into a run. As Comstock caught up with us, he handed me a book. “I found it,” he gasped. “I found the book I was looking for!” I nodded, turning it over and reading the cover. It was in runes. I flipped it open and parsed the pages. It was all in runes. “This is useless, Comstock! This is all in gibberish!” “They’re alchemical runes!” Eric gasped. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “It’s a recipe!” He

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