(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

yours... my master." Its voice was honey-sweet when it spoke to me, and I
was sure that if it had a tongue the tome would've been licking at my boots.
"I am intriguied," I said coolly, "Tell me of your powers."
"These are Powers, my master, that can improve your life immeasurably.
Unfortunately, the laws that bind me...they demand a small service in
recompense for these Powers."
"A small service? Like what?"
"The service required is a trifling one, my master. I would barely mention it if
it were not for the sake of the laws that bind me to these pages..." The book
paused. "To unlock my Power, you must sacrifice but a small bit of yourself,
my master. You must spill blood upon the first of my pages. This act will
serve to strengthen the chain between us and allow me to help you reach
your full potential. It is a small price to pay for the spells that will come to be
at your disposal."
I scoffed, such a trifling matter. "All right. Here."
I nicked the tip of my finger and allowed a healthy dribble of blood fall on
the pages. A strange chill settled in my bones, and I felt empty and hurt. At
the same time, there was a feeling of triumph, and a new spell came to mind
that I immediately recognized. Blindness. Little more than a cantrip, but it
may prove useful.
Besides, drinking from the font of knowledge so easily was... empowering.
"This is your Power now... master. Know that this is but the first Power that
lies in my pages."
~~~~~
The days passed quickly, as I was opened to a new awareness. How could I
have been so blind, I scolded myself.
I was filled with a sudden sense of clarity. At the top of my balcony I could
see easily what was useful and what was not, what was gold and what was
dross. What gave power, and what sapped it.
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