I pushed aside the thoughts of Helin for the moment. If he had betrayed me, I needed to know what to do about the coming evil. I am thousands of years old, but this evil is older still. I need the books written by the Elder Keeper. But he has since passed-- or so it would seem. All of the Keepers sacrificed themselves to save the kingdom. All but me.
Helin once asked me about my origins: if I had a mother, father, brother, sister, or any other family. I told him I didn’t know.
Here is what I know of my family: they were Keepers, and they committed high treason for me. All I know of my kind, of my history, I’ve read in the books. Obviously, the books stop at a certain point, given that the Elder Keeper died before he could complete his work. But what I can tell, the Keepers planned to bind the evil to a jar of carved glass. When I reached the age of two hundred, I decided to go looking for the glass jar. By analyzing the Elder Keeper’s plan and following the humans’ tales of the Keeper War, I managed to locate the jar mired in a swamp oozing with magic. Engraved on it was a powerful spell, written in the language of the Keepers, which I had immediately understood though I had had no prior reading. The spell called for the life essence of all Keepers to be absorbed, in order that they and the evil may be forever confined in the jar.
Finally understanding the weight of the jar I held in my hand, I placed it back in the swamp, and borrowed some of the magic-- which I can only guess is residue from the life force of so many Keepers-- to sink the jar deep into the earth where only those who knew how to capture the magic in the swamp and use it.
And since my discovery of the jar, I had only taught one person to harness the magic in the swamp (which, by the way, had been only a field before the Great Battle)-- Helin Masander.
I don’t know who of the Keepers were my parents-- but I know that if they defied the order of the Elder Keeper that they committed high treason. My stepfather Nan told me that I was left on his doorstep at the tender age of three (Keepers age normally until the age of fifty or so) and that I was calling for my mother. I had only the clothes on my back, and a strange carved glass medallion around my neck. I believe that is what kept me from being absorbed with the rest of the Keepers, as it closely resembles the jar itself. I have not taken it off since I found the jar, for fear of being pulled into the jar myself.
I finally reached my secret library and entered. I was surprised at the sight that greeted my eyes.
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