It was a slow day in the infirmary, one of those everyone is feeling really chipper and nothing has gone really wrong this week. If they had plaque-telling people when the last time there had been an incident Matt could have safely said at least two days and actually feel slightly proud over it. It was good, more so along the lines of hunters not being seriously maimed was way but in turn it meant that there was little to nothing interesting to do. There was even a rather healthy dent into the files that were scattered around some of the desk, patient info all neatly filed away in their shelves and drawers, and more important info updated on the computer systems.

With this newfound free time, which Matt was reassured would end likely as soon as it had started; he started to wander around some of the other rooms. Checking draws, shelves, anything that could prove for something interesting to appear, who knew what was hiding among the random crap they had all stuffed away for whatever reason. Noting an old storage room Matt reluctantly when in fearing more or less a small crowded room full of junk. He was not at least disappointed until a few various stack of books were shoved onto a corner table, probably left there when someone had commandeered shelf leaving its contents in the room. Picking a stack of them up and dusting a few off Matt started to go through them looking for anything of interest.

Martin, The Warrior was scrawled in faint gold leathering across the top, there was some rather vague remembrance that he had heard of another book or even series with a similar title. This however looked far older than the writer had considering the author had existed during his time. Turning the pages the smell of must waft from the worn but soft leather cover as the pages seemed thinner than most books Matt had read.

It started out with the typical “Martin was born…” the first letter being rather over embellished and taking up more than three lines of the regular text. It in some way reminded him of the Sword in the Stone[/] movie where they started out Arthur’s tale to greatness. He continued to read, most of the first chapter told a rather short summary of Martin Duff, born to a small lord of a village with two younger sisters. There was a vague feeling of de ja vu settling in somewhere in his mind but Matt waved them off. It was nothing more than a story a book, it wasn’t as if may have not read it elsewhere. The book continued on picking more when Martin began training to be a knight, something of great honor and a deep desire to protect those around him while the growing impending doom of plague and tragedy lingered on the doorstep. The book took a shift, a change when the plague had finally entered their town, and Martin’s father called upon a well-known doctor and friend. At first they had tried to hide it, to keep the panic from breaking out in the small village but it didn’t take long for wagging tongues to spread the secret like wildfire. At first it was merely villagers but soon it had claimed Martin’s sister, as Matt read about listening to her death he clutched at his chest. It was a cruel joke in his head, as if someone knew he would be wandering the halls and would eventually stumble upon the book.

With the uneasiness settling in the pit of his stomach Matt continued to read as Martin the knight went fled his village leaving behind his father to Camelot. There he trained and as the shadows and plague reached its doorstep he fought to protect under Ser Percival. There was something about throwing chickens on a drawbridge and the betrayal of Ser Morgan. From there everything seemed to go to hell as one of the great knights lost is mind capturing knights while other fled to a small cabin in the woods. There was Arthur or at least some version of him Matt could gather before Morrigana appeared whisking all of the knights back to the castle dungeon. Escaping Martin gathered up his sword and found the once knight dead and Ser Lancelot leading them to gather their party as the lady of the lake tired to remind Martin of his memories. From there they returned to the now empty kingdom that Martin had sworn to protect only to find that everything was wrong. Or at least that was what Matt could understand, that the world was torn into two all by Merlin until he was defeated, or almost defeated by the Great King Arthur. The rest of the pages of the book where blank, leaving Matt feeling that despite reading the book only today there was a vague memory of a dream of him being a knight.

Maybe it was just how it was written, and the questionable end Matt thought leaving the storage room.