Library Findings (Open)

[Cole Valentine]

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If someone didn't go to class when they were supposed to go to class, it's called skipping. But what do you call someone who attends school when they aren't a part of the school system? Well, he preferred to be called Cole.

It was a Friday afternoon, not too hot yet not too chilly, either. Clouds covered the sun and kept the rays from falling directly to the Earth. And that's how Cole liked it, cloudy with mild temperatures. It was the only reason he had left his house today. Well... That wasn't exactly true. He had left his house early that morning to walk Spike, and they had spent some quality time together, as a boy and his dog should. So it was more correct to say that the mild weather was the only reason he left his house a second time.

So why go to a high school? That answer was simple. He looked to be about eighteen, even though he was more than five times as old as he appeared. He easily fit in among the students of a high school, and that meant he could easily slip into the library to read about the many subjects that could be found in the books there. Not to mention it was high school, so there weren't many kids there to try and hurry him out of the way. He could take his own sweet time, as he was accustomed to doing. And today, he had chosen a book about his trusty element, fire.

He looked at the cover of the book for a minute. It was bound in a bright red, orange, and yellow cover that very much resembled the coloration of his wings. It led him to wonder, [orange]Perhaps it is not a gift of an element... Perhaps one's abilities are far more closely related to their DNA than previously assumed...[/orange] After all, his father had not had wings like feathered fire. They had been the brightest gold, like the purest ore pulled from the bottom of a clear blue river. [orange]Did my fire abilities lead to the color of my wings? If I had been birthed by water elemental rather than fire, would they be blue instead?[/orange] Slowly, as these thoughts ran through his mind, his eyebrows furrowed more and more.

When he finally pulled himself from his thoughts, he had decided that he didn't just want a book over the concepts, rules, or methods of controlling his ability. He wanted information that would explain the connection between his wings and his element. He wanted something that was most likely not found within a book that sat in a high school library. He walked at what most considered a normal pace which was, in fact, a fast pace for Cole, over to a library computer and set a book bag with pens and paper beside him. (To support his high school student ruse.) His eyebrows furrowed together once more as he aimed to search for information over DNA and its connects within the system of magic. Was his hypothesis correct? Did the color of his wings spring from the fire elemental ability within his DNA? Or was it really something as simple as pure coincidence? Could it be? He wasn't sure, and so the search continued.

Cole was not normally an impatient person, but he normally never wanted information on a subject that was so closely related to himself. He was almost certain at this point that something about his fire ability had caused his wings to be the color of fire, but he wasn't sure how that was. All of his previous studies had involved history of a time before his birth, mathematics, literature and the arts. This was new territory for his studies, and thus he was starting with a blank page. What information should he trust? Where would he find exactly what he was looking for? Cole searched and searched, but each link lead to someone else's ideas or speculations. None were proven scientific facts. All these sources were unreliable. He shook his head, slightly irritated. He should have known better than to try and find something over DNA in a high school library.

Again at the normal pace which was Cole's fast speed, he pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled, What causes coloration of the wings of a divine?, folded the paper up, and stuck it in his pocket. Today, it seemed, that question was to be left unanswered. Tomorrow, perhaps, if it was as cloudy as today, he would make his way to the University's library and look there. He should his head again. It looked like he'd be reading about his element after all. Standing up, he logged off the computer he was on, grabbed his things (including the book he had picked up earlier), and walked to a table to read the book. Maybe further knowledge in this area would help him find knowledge in the one he wanted to know.

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