While walking back home from town i notice a purple cast on the sky, i walk a little further and realize the colour is coming from the forest. But how can that be? The forest is to far from town to have any magic out there, and it is far too dangerous for people. “See you tomorrow, Jayne” the bookshop owner says to me as i walk out the door. I spend most of my afternoons looking through their second-hand books and reading whatever romance novel im into that week. With a small collection of books in my hand, i start my route home, but something is different. There is a purple could hanging low in the sky. It looks like it is coming from the forest. But how can that be? The forest is to far from town to have any magic out there, and it is far too dangerous for people. My curiosity gets the better of me, i grab my dagger and follow the path into the forest. As i get closer i can see that the colour in the sky is coming from a violet fire, with billowing clouds of smoke. Ive never seen something so beautiful. I keep walking until im at the fire. I sit on a nearby rock and stare, trying to make sense of what im seeing. I look around but i dont see anyone. Perhaps this is all in my head? Just as im starting to convince myself this is psychosis, I see something. There’s something in the fire. I rush closer to get a better look and realize its a book. I lean in to get a closer look and all of a sudden the smoke consumes me. It stings my eyes and i start to cough from the smoke entering my lungs. I step back to get some fresh air but the smoke moves with me. I begin to run but the smoke is so thick i cant see where i am going. As i reach for my dagger, I trip and land flat on my face. I groan and roll over, realizing the smoke has drifted away, the fire gone. Was it ever even there? It isnt until i stand up that i realize what i tripped over. Its the book. The book that i saw burning a few seconds ago. I cautiously pick up the book expecting it to be hot but it isnt. It doesnt look like its been touches at all, let alone on fire. The book is covered in a deep purple velvet and a gold spine. Without thinking i open it to the first page and gasp as i read what it says. _Property of Jayne Alder. _ __ __ How can this book be mine if i’ve never seen it? But I dont have time to think about where this book came from or how it was in the fire one second and on the ground the next. Someone is is coming out of the woods. Not just any someone, the prince. I slip the purple book into the middle of the stack I took from the bookshop and rush back towards town before the prince can see me.