[ WP ] You 're reading a random book in a library , you realize there 's a chapter about you .

It was late evening, the library was empty, I was feeling restless… I went to look at the romance stacks. I stole furtively through the shelves, glancing with reluctant excitement at the spines of these novels that I had previous so vehemently considered beneath me. Some were indeed lurid. Pink creations, covered with hearts and flowers, and bearing titles like “ Forbidden Elvish Desires ” and “ Passion by Faery Moonlight ”. I couldn ’ t abstain from scoffing. 
 
 I heard footsteps behind me and I jumped. I turned to see a young man I had noticed many times before at the library. He had fair hair, rather too long, and straight but for the curls at the tip. His trousers and white shirt were shabby and riddled with holes. He usually sat in an armchair in a corner, surrounded by thick volumes and mountains of parchment. He smiled at me sometimes, that polite smile for people one frequently sees but to which one never speaks. 
 
 We made silent eye contact for a moment. Finally, he asked, “ Are you lost? ” 
 
 “ I ’ m looking for the Alchemy section, ” I mumbled. 
 
 He raised an eyebrow and said curtly, “ Two aisles over. ” Then he left. 
 
 I made as though to walk in that direction, but once he had gone, I doubled back and resumed my quest for a decent romance. Finally I found one, entitled “ Love, Revealed ”. 
 
 I rifled through the pages. It was a collection of short stories. I settled “ The Magician and the Alchemist ” and began reading. I was immediately pleased to find that I had very much in common with the female protagonist. She too was the daughter of nobles and a trainee magician. We even liked the same courses. Oh, and we had the same name. I smiled and took the book back to my table. 
 
 I put the romance novel in a larger, more respectable book and continued reading. Some time later, I noticed that the young man from earlier was looking in my direction. It was rather hard to tell because a large stone column stood between us. 
 
 *Lysana spent most of her evenings at the library alone. * 
 
 So do I! 
 
 *Until, one day, a young Alchemist came to her table. A smile lit his handsome face and he shook her hand. His grip was strong. “ My name is Arthur, ” he said. * 
 
 A voice interrupted my reveries. It was the fair-haired man. I scowled, wishing him to go away. He didn ’ t. Instead, he sat down and extended his hand. “ We ’ ve never spoken before. My name is Arthur. ” 
 
 “ Arthur? ” I stammered. I glanced down at the book, then back at him. Something was happening here, but stranger things had happened with the library ’ s books. 
 
 He wasn ’ t handsome. His clothes were torn. He needed a haircut. Yet as the soft light from the lamps fell on his features… No. I rose suddenly. “ I need to go. I have classes tomorrow. ” I grabbed my belongings and dashed out of the library. When I looked at the book again, the page had changed. But still his name came up. Arthur. 

