“Mineralogy Guide” Notebook

The twenty-year-old prince slowly analyzed all kinds of rocks and minerals in the handwritten notebook “Mineralogy Guide” written by Cherry. He noticed that it was different from the ancient books. But this notebook contained the cut and glued from other papers to make it look real on the interior. He tossed the notebook to the floor. “That was one unreal book!”

He was in the old library of old books. He had never cleaned or removed dust from books and shelves. He let them be dustier over the years. The guards would have suffocated if they entered this room. They liked to breathe fresh air or meat, not dirty.

Speaking of meat, they ate one meal per day. Their muscles handled the tasks given by the prince, but they fell short when carrying heavy things like furniture or corpses into the rooms. And they have seen their friends killed by the prince and must eat their flesh to survive.

In the kitchen room, it was full of mud and bugs. The prince did not enter there. He allowed his pet vulture to search for the plates and napkins inside. Cobalt gave those necessary items to the guards so they could use them for their meals.

If you were wondering what the prince ate for a day, he did not do anything but-- Powers! He was not eating books, feathers, or humans. He ate the source of powers to get stronger but never did work for his youth. When he received the handwritten notebook, he found it useless and tossed it to the floor. He never came back after a week.

During the week, he just looked at the obsidian rock in the rock room, which is in the core of his castle. His eyes were glued on the rock for strength, intelligence, agility, and speed. The stats for every professional magician wants to have in their spells and summoning. And nobody can beat them quickly. Only they suffer.

Bubbles was disturbed by the cold air around him when the prince left the room. Bubbles wondered what he was up to for a week inside there. He went to look at the obsidian rock, which was dull and lifeless. He thought, “It was just a rock!”

Then, he left the room. When the prince found him, he was standing next to the doorway. “Ghost, you dare to sneak into a hidden room of the rock. You should leave at once. I am getting after you.”

Of course, he did.

Snatch! “You dare to get in the hidden room without permission. You should leave at once and never come back here.”

“What if…”

“You are going to tell my siblings about my task here. I would like to devour you instantly.”

Bubbles screamed for help. Two guards ran from the second floor to the stairs and finally, to the third floor. One guard jumped to grab the ghost before being eaten by the prince. On the floor, the guard protects Bubbles with his life that depended on it. While the second guard lifted the mace above his head to knock the prince down. Unfortunately, the prince swung his arm so the mace knocked the guard down, and the body fell on the floor.

As the other guard stood carefully, the ghost released itself from the arms. Bubbles disappeared in a hurry before the prince turned around and said, “You are trying to disobey me. I had to kill you now. You guards gave me headaches for my entire life.”

The guard turned around and pleaded on his knees. “I will try to serve you with all body and soul. Do not take me.”

“Too late!” He killed him with an ax. There was red liquid everywhere on the floor. He took the corpse to the next room and put it there, plus the unconscious guard there. “Rest there, you dirty guards!”

He locked the door with the stone key, the same key that can open and close his bedroom door. He was now on the third floor looking for Bubbles, who had not appeared yet. You must be scared, man. I was not afraid to eat you alive. You serve me with your invisibility. I want to be invisible so that no one can find me alive. He thought quietly.

Bubbles was on the first floor, looking at the opened gate. He remembered that he rescued Cherry and Roger last night. He remembered that he felt them as if they were only his companions. His tears began on his pale face, and he cleaned it up with his pale hand. I tried not to miss you, two.

Slam!

Bubbles was alarmed as the ax fell on himself. He turned around and the prince looked insane with short hair and a pale face. Their eyes locked on each other for a while. The ghost left quickly as the ax returned to the prince’s hand. He said, “You can run, but you cannot hide from me. But you cannot waste my time!”

At night, one guard woke up from the floor and was free from the ax’s stun. He wondered where he was and was astonished that his friend’s body ripped apart. He cried like a baby bear. Instead of the mother bear coming for him, it was no one. Not even his friend Bubbles.

“Why me? Why I was alive. But all of my friends died because of him. We chose the wrong person to put our trust in. And our future ruined,” cried the guard.

In his bedroom, the prince was sitting on his bed. His back to the digital camera clicked. He turned around with the ax in his hand and approached it to break the device, which broke into metals, plastics, a battery pack, and a memory card. “You are not smarter than me!” he shouted.

He stopped the ax from hitting the battery and the memory card. “What are these tiny gadgets? Are they worth anything to discover?”

He looked back at the broken pieces of a camera. The ax fell on the floor. He shouted in an inaudible language. In English, he was one crazy prince, who should not break that device with intelligence. But he did it anyway for his madness. Will he get any better knowledge to activate the obsidian rock? No, he will not. He was still in a loop of failures, not resolutions.

The solution was to go back to the notebook “Mineralogy Guide”. Find a specific rock and analyze the details with an open mind. Analyze that into his study of the old books with powers and learn to construct the clues and formation together as one powerful rock that you believe is worth seeing and using as an advantage.

However, the prince crouched on the floor, covering his face with his hands. His eyes were closed. Nobody tried to teach this dangerous stuff in the past. Once they found it, they hid it from me. When I get to touch the ax and use it against them, we become enemies for life. No wonder my parents have been gone and never appeared in my memories. I looked less important to them. They might have cared for Ruby and Flame in the Amber Castle. I was not part of the family. I had lived alone for most of my life in the Obsidian Castle.

Plus, I had no one to put confidence in their souls. I hated to be disliked. But I must dislike myself more than the obsidian rock, the obsidian castle, the obsidian ax, and life. However, his hands were on the floor, his eyes were glowing purple. His mouth opened a little in semi-darkness. He mouthed, “I will gain the power that I need for the rock to activate so I can rule this valley myself.”

Before he could read the notebook, he would have questions to ask about who knew him.

He inquired in darkness, “Who did know me while I was alive? How and where? Do not tell me it was from the community where the smart people originated. That would be much smarter than me. And have created a black device with metals and plastics and… some other things like a book written in ink.

“Anyway, I needed to return to the old library to see the old books. They would tell me the acknowledge, aside from the ghost, the dead ghost, who has escaped and might… Or he was just a coward hiding in darkness while I was talking to myself here in my bedroom.

“You know Cobalt would come and hunt whoever he wanted. I command you to hunt the ghost, who has escaped me, and put him in the…”

He fetched a jar from the drawers next to the bed. He removed the lid. The interior was pitch black. “Pitch darkness,” he commented. “Not even he can run away from here. It only reminded me of the chaos that he went through with his lively body. Haha, a good dimension to live here till I am empowered.”

He put the metal jar back in the drawer and closed the door. He breathed in deeply, “I smelled dirty and had not cleaned myself since this castle was built. I still have not showered but still can make myself clean with these powerful chips, which look like shards. I ate one shard per day.” Shards were in his pants pockets. They looked like purple gems. Kids do not eat those, but for him, he ate it like it was nothing to make himself clean through the night.