We begin with the dancing of flickering light from my candles in the dank dark room of my office. You see my silhouette blocking the candles as I am setting there at my desk looking over some books. To my right is that worn out book I found that has something important for me. But when I talked with the old man I was told not to open it for now. When the time comes I will know when I will need to read it.

    It has been rather quiet here at the Dark Library lately. Slowly some of the old wings have been renovated and books have been placed on new shelves. Still I hear voices whisper in the winds of this ancient library. Maybe it is due to my recent incidents or something more. I get flash backs in my mind from time to time from when I talked to that old man. All I know is that he was an Archivist. He never revealed his name. I suspected he was a past head librarian, but the records of who had previously ran this library before me only go back so far, and the rest was lost.

    ?Sir there are some guests for you this evening. I believe they want to know the latest stories we have found here, and some of the old ones.? I look up and see my assistant at my door. I didn?t notice he was there perhaps I was deep in thought but no matter. ?The old weekly visitors finally started to show up again. It has been a little bit quiet lately.? I said with a quiet tone. ?Let?s go then; we don?t want to keep them waiting too long.? I get up and blow out the candles on my desk and head out of the office with my assistant leading the way.

    Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to The Dark Library. Sorry there haven?t been as many open visits as of late. So I?ll blame that on some personal troubles and business that have kept me away. Now then for this week we shall start with a preview of Chapter 5: Small Devils in the book of Bane: Hero of the North by DiabloWikiBane.

      The morning wind was nothing more than a cold chill to the barbarian. Other men would shiver and judder through the cold but not Bane. This was warmer than his homeland and it bothered him little. He had spent the night before asleep, and hungry as he was he did not believe he should get to hunting till afternoon. With nothing to make a fire with he would have to eat the prey raw, something he did not want to do so early in the morning.

      In truth he had given a lot of thought to the events that had happened three days earlier, after escorting a ‘child’ back to his parent. He should have let the men kill the child he thought as he recalled the demons words used ‘son of hell’. Had Bane just damned his soul for saving the boy? What was that about destiny? Men make their own destiny Bane had said to himself all night while both awake and asleep. He did not like the idea of his future already written.

    Now the my friends let?s move onward to the other story preview of the evening. This will be Chapter 15: Rona; from the book DiabloWikiThe Key by DiabloWikiTamrend.

      “And that?s the last of it.” Seith sighed, shaking a few droplets of red liquid loose from its bottle to drip onto a cloth. Marius took it and dabbed at his face and the top of his head. Kelsia watched him surreptitiously as she sipped from a bowl of soup. Marius? skin had improved drastically, going from blistered and blackened to livid pink. He was still totally bald, even his eyebrows singed away by the flames.

      “It will be enough,” Marius said, grimacing. “The pain is nearly gone. There should be only a little scarring.” Even so, he continued to dab the cloth around the back of his neck. His clothing had protected him from somewhat from the brief but intense blast, but without the aid of Seith?s healing potion, the burns would have certainly killed him within a day or so. Seith had told her that he would have died of thirst, which made a kind of dubious sense, or from disease, which made no sense at all.

    “That’s all I have for you for this visit friends. Please be careful as you leave the lobby.? As everyone left the lobby my assistant came up to me holding a letter. ?Sir this letter just came to me from a messenger.? He hands it over to me, and when I see the sender?s name I am shocked. My assistant looks at me wondering why I had a rather surprised look on my face. ?It?s a matter of personal business my friend.? I said as I cleared my throat a bit. ?If you?ll excuse me I?ll be in my office. No visitors for the next few hours if you would please.?

    Next week we will bring you more from the fan fiction community in the same conveniently posted bitesize format as well as some works from fan monster and fan class creators. If you have made fan fiction that has not yet been posted in the Diablo fan fiction forum, or just got inspired to do so, head over there and post your material, or ask questions to other fan writers regarding lore, writing style or other input. See you next week!

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