Wren sat watching Nick, wondering if she should speak to him. If she should make herself known. She wasn't sure. She could see in his eyes he was scared. It was a wonderful opportunity though. He shouldn't be afraid. Maybe he needed someone, but maybe he needed to be alone and figure it out on his own. She decided to stay silent and unseen.

The more Nick looked at the old book and the Latin dictionary, the more he understood words and phrases. He didn't understand though, why he was supposed to read it. He assumed maybe, he was the chosen one. But for what? The way things had been going lately, he didn't want to be chosen for anything but to be the one left alone.

Nick stretched a little and sat back against his pillows on the bed. He had already spent most of the day reading and looking. Time had just seemed to slip by. Nick knew he would be reading well into the night. He more than likely would not be getting any sleep any time soon. He was alright with that though, the book had caught him. He was trapped deep inside the book.

Nick bit his lip looking at pictures drawn on the pages, they looked inhuman. That bothered him. "Stultum est timere quod vitare non potes." Nick understood a few of the words already but look at the dictionary anyways, "It is stupid to be afraid that of which you can not avoid." Nick scratched his head. It was as if the book knew what he was feeling, thinking. He kept flipping through the book, not understanding the pictures on the pages. Nick winced when he saw some of the horrible pictures, the faces looked to be tortured somehow.

"Nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit." Nick had to laugh a little, "There is no book so bad that it is not beneficial in some respect." Yes, the book did know his feelings. But how?