Ouroboros
>starter for: @ofdusk Chapter 1: The Hero’s Journey
Blizzards make him restless.
Far too many extremes come attached to the inclement weather. Too dangerous to play in the snow. Too boring to sit inside by a fire all day. Too repetitive to run through sword drills day in and day out as the wind howls outside.
Pushing away from the frost-covered window with a huff, Inigo meanders through the halls of Garreg Mach. His breath fogs the air in front of him; old stone walls only encourage chilly temperatures. With no particular destination in mind he lets his feet carry him where they may. He could go bother his brother for a game of Go, maybe. But nah, he’s probably buried underneath a mountain of blankets while seated in front of a fire. All Inigo’s other friends have things going on themselves—from studying for tests to cleaning their dorms out of sheer boredom.
Huh. Footsteps stop just outside the library. Well, people are always telling him to read more. No time like the present to pick up a book and idle the afternoon away. Dancer enters without a sound, nodding quietly at the scattered students also seeking solace.
Damn. It is cold up here. As much as he adores winter, even he doesn’t want to freeze. No one would say anything if he smuggled some hot chocolate up here, right? He’ll be super careful not to spill it, too!
Nah, he’ll be a good student, if only because the librarian is finally starting to like him after nearly three years. Not worth ruining what little rapport they’ve built up over some hot chocolate.
Pink head tilts to one side, eyes skipping over the multitude of titles lining impressively clean shelves. There’s bound to be something here that will catch his attention. He creeps closer to one volume in particular, Dishonor of—
Something skids across the floor. Oops. Inigo glances around, finding an open book resting a couple feet away. Naga, he hopes that librarian isn’t around. Two quick steps and he’s bending down to examine the yellowed pages.
Inigo hisses the moment his fingers make contact. A static shock travels up his arm, like his entire limb has started to fall asleep. The pages begin to rapidly turn, then there world goes dark—
“Ow,” he mutters. Was that a tome he unwittingly activated? One moment passes, then another, before he realizes he’s laying facedown on…a street? Inigo sits up, brows furrowed as it registers he’s now smack in the middle of a town square.
Honestly, he’d be more shocked if not for the fact this isn’t the first time he’s been transported to another place. Or time. Please don’t let this be time travel.