When the boy first walked into the library, his world changed. Before, he'd walked through his life, bored with the world. The same thing happened over and over, daily, and he hated everyone for it. He wanted change. He wanted excitement. He wanted a journey.
His friend had dragged him to the old library near the edge of town one day after school to use the computers. He'd expected to be bored out of his mind, just like everything else in his life. When his friend abandoned him at the doorway, he'd decided to wander. He walked through the rows and rows of books, lazily scanning his eyes over the hundreds of books. Eventually, his eyes fell on a particularly weird cover. It was crammed in at the end of the shelf, torn and forgotten. He picked it up, holding it gingerly so it wouldn't fall apart in his hands. He read the first page. Then, he read the next.
It was like the entire universe around him had transformed. He was no longer in a small town in the middle of nowhere. He was no longer a kid going to high school. He was in a whole new world, with dragons and monsters and warriors. It was all he wished he'd had, his entire life. And he wasn't bored anymore.
