In the quiet Library, a blond young man waved his raised hands at the air before him while muttering incantations. Beside him, a little white-haired girl wore headphones larger than her face, her gaze fixed intently on the laptop sitting on the table.
At another part of the table, an adult man appeared engrossed in a book, but he occasionally glanced up at the librarian leisurely tidying the shelves nearby.
Stephen had been watching Wong's movements during his visits to the Library these past few days. Ever since Wong had brought him down to the Ancient One's private collection on the lowest level and opened the incomplete Book of Cagliostro, he had been captivated by the spellbook's study of time.
P.S. To be clear, it definitely had nothing to do with the blond sitting beside him.
A traitor to Kamar-Taj, once the Ancient One's most prized disciple-a sorcerer named Kaecilius-had stolen several pages from it. That was all Stephen knew about the book.
Wong's refusal to discuss Kaecilius and his wariness toward the Time Book had stirred Stephen's rebellious streak. He wanted to see what mysteries lay within a spellbook that supposedly only the Sorcerer Supreme could understand.
There was something else he was curious about, too: the Ancient One.
Stephen had learned from Mordo that no one could say exactly how old the Ancient One was. She seemed to have lived for a very, very long time, well beyond the limits of a human lifespan. Could that have something to do with the spells in the Time Book? The speculation lingered in his mind, tormenting him with curiosity.
Thud!
A tremendous crash seemed to shake the entire Library.
Stephen startled, nearly dropping the book in his hands.
Then Wong's furious roar rang through the room.
Wong's livid face looked