Niconora PoV
We walked to the library, a massive, beautiful room. The walls were covered in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, filled with books of all shapes and sizes. There were several tall windows, which allowed the setting sun to cast a warm glow across the room.
In the center of the library was a large circular table, surrounded by several comfortable-looking chairs.
Eijiro lit the wood inside with his electricity and we sat down on the carpet.
Osamu stared at the fire crackling in the fireplace, creating a cozy atmosphere. I remember reading to my kids here when they were small. A bitter sweet feeling came over me. My daughter was gone, but I still missed her. She hadn't lived nearly as long as me. But she had left her legacy to me. I was sure she would dote on her great-grandkids like how I doted on mine.
I cleared my throat. "The following story will be of when I was seven. It's from shortly before the encounter my parents had with Eijiro's."
