The Great Library was a colossal, to say the least, and and it was indiscriminately inclusive.
The knowledge within its confines was all inclusive and spoke to every aspect of the known comos.
It had several hundred levels that reach both toward the endless sky and down into the depths of the Kannan Continent, and those levels stretched outwards, to were the entire Continent was the library.
The floors were cavernous and separated by thick layers of varying colors of translucent crystal. Each floor and area a different color representing the hued nature that was the core of Trannisa.
In a lower level of the library Mis sat in a vast room, a vast new room. The shape was odd, he could not see the walls, or the ceiling, once he had entered the door closed and disappeared, its location misting over the becoming another part of the vast, seemingly empty space.
He didn't notice any of it, because the moment he entered knowledge magic flooded toward him with a sense of great need and urgency.
Pink magic was on him like dense humidity, it swelled and ebbed about him seeking a way to enter, wanting to be acknowledged.
It had originally been quite overwhelming.
Now he sat in the center of this place, not knowing he was in the center, and knowledge came to him, it sought him out, it wanted to be known, understood, and, hopefully, explained to others.
He sat with his eyes closed absorbing it all. Varying shades of pink rippled along his skin as he took more and more of the knowledge of his world in.
Illusory books appeared before him, and opened their pages to him. They gave him all and he took it all greedily.
An ancient tome rose before him, unlike anything he had seen before, it was an odd dense black that rippled and pulsed with purples and blues, and it had odd runes that resembled a mix of ancient Azmin and ancient Trannisan.
It opened and his brain seemed to burn, it seemed to scorch as if exposed to the entense light of the sun. Yet he endured.
First the language. He knew both the components, his knowledge magic rising from him in thick bands of magic, swirling around each other, then slamming into the great book.
It trembled, but it endured and it allowed. The knowledge magic swam through its pages and it drank, it processed, and it learned.
And suddenly, almost too suddenly, doors began to swing open with great force and knowledge came pouring in like great torrents of wind.
It took Mis some time to understand that all the libraries of Trannisa had opened up to him, and longer time to understand that he now had access to fourteen streams of knowledge when there should have only been twelve.
He reeled for a moment then regained himself. He was now Alvian, and this was knowledge, his domain, and he wanted it all.
As he finally came to the end of what this great book had his eyes slowly opened. His deep pink pupils released wisps of softer pink tones. Pink, yellow, and grey tones slid from his being in sheets as his spirit body calmed and adjusted to the new information, power, and awakening abilities.
He stood and a whirl pool of pink formed at his feet, it rose up around him, a hurricane of great power. When it all died down Mis was no longer in the vast room and the room itself began to shift and change, adding itself to the growing labyrinth that was the Great Library.
Smoke filled the space and crystalline walls rose and began reflecting and retracting light throughout the space. The smoke thickened and formed densely walled pathways, books and pockets of dense knowledge magic hid within the new labyrinth, waiting for discovery, hiding from blatant idiocy.
Mis walked along a high path of golden shear crystal. The floors below him visible rainbows of wonder. He walked with determined steps to a place he had never been to before, a place no one had gone to in a very long time.
His steps were sure, and precise. He was walking a dangerous path field with traps, tests, and experiences that could end the untried and the unprepared.
Knowing all of this he still walked forward along this beautiful path of golden, crystalline, sunshine.
A door rose before it was a twisted mass of crystal, wood, rock, and flowing water. It rose high into the ceiling and it had no handle. It did have to large heavy knockers made same odd mix of materials.
Wager flowed down it, yet no flowed away, none pooled beneath it.
Mis' deep pink eyes watched the water, learned its flow, understood its need within the mix of materials, and it was the water that took him into the room, for one moment he was outside those grand doors, and the next he inside, just behind the threshold.
He stood with his back to the door, his body soaking wet but warm and soothed.
He looked out into a vast valley. To his eyes, drenched in knowledge magic, every aspect of the valley was knowledge, it was understanding, it was what he was looking for.
As he deciphered the scene, it became clear, knots of chaos spread before him, they were large, small, destructive and insignificant.
And a vast majority of them connected, were rooted to something deep, eerie, and in the Abyss.
The new Alvian of Trannisa had found the tangible connections flowing through, and between, the chaos.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Mis' face as his form vanished from this ancient space.