The Keeper Of The Vanishing Glass Part III

I looked through the stacks of books on "Vanishing Glass". There was so much to know, that it overwhelmed me. When it was night time I put all the books back on their shelves where I had pulled them earlier in desperate need. I thought I'd returned all of them when I saw a lone book sitting where I'd just left. It didn't look like a book I'd read. Odd, I thought! I brought it closer to me and studied the title. It was a strange title: The Keeper of the Vanishing Glass. As soon as I touched it, I felt a heart beat inside, as if the book was alive. But it couldn't be in the logical sense of the world. I opened it to the authors note, table of contents, and finally, Chapter I: The Power of Glass. This was no ordinary book, I learned. I read on. Glass has magical properties mortals know not. To harness this power you have to reach into the heart of universe. The heart lies in the sea, where it all began. I wondered what this meant, and how it was tied to me. As I turned the next page, my fingers tingled. I got a chill that ran down my spine, but I continued on. For as long as the beginning of time , a keeper makes sure this power doesn't leave the world called Below, a world as ancient as any that has ever exists. Below lies in the realm of the Mermaids. To be a keeper is a great responsibility passed down from a lineage half Mortals, and half Mermaids. The first keeper was Katrina, but she went bad, so the power left her. Ever since she'd been trying to gain access to the mermaids knowledge. Many keepers came into this world and went out. To protect and serve was their purpose. Katrina fell in love with a Mortal but another was destined to hold his heart. He let her go, and she killed him and the Mortal. She still walks the shores even today, but in disguise. Be warned, for she will strike you if she thinks you know a way into Below. Take his book and keep it hidden. You are the keeper, if your reading this. I sucked in air once I read this. How could I be a keeper?! But part of me, I realized, had always knew their was something I didn't quite know about myself. I hoped I never had to face Katrina. I skipped the book in my purse, and headed home. I locked the door, and stuff the book into a locked chest in the attic. For the next days I wore the key around my neck, hiding it from being seen by anyone. I'd read more and more at night, wanting to know a Keeper's duties. There were spells of protection, and others, as well, that served different purposes. I took out the green sea glass that started these changes in me. It glowed bright, and just then, I heard a knock at the door. I put it away, safely. As I opened the door, I saw a woman with red hair and blue eyes. She bit her lip, and then blurted, "I'm your mother; your real mother, and your in danger. Invite me in, and quick."