The Hero
“Do you really need to do this?” she asked me for probably the 100th time at this point. I just looked at her for a moment, before going back to the task at hand. A small comfortable book was resting in the palm of my hand as I flipped page after page. The book itself seemed rather nondescript, though the one that handed me this little black book told me that a key to my future rested within. Somehow the book called to me. The text itself seems to be pure gibberish and scribbles. Only the first 7 pages have anything, the rest is blank. I’ve been coming home every day for the last three months and focussing solely on uncovering the mystery behind this book.