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Others included the first time he'd summoned Gullin, his familiar. Other moments included the door of iron bones that guarded King Rothel’s tomb, his battle with Kaelob on the high mountain ruins, and even one of him in the ridiculous garb made of cloth strips that he had danced in for the Ascension ritual.
    The library was illuminated by four stained glass windows that composed almost the entire dome of the central hall. Each of the four displayed one of his Draugnoa in a beautiful cascade of colored glass. Each one showed to him the women as he saw them, and they were ever changing as his understanding of them increased.
    Anna’s was the only one that remained static. The window depicted a beautiful blonde woman in a white dress bearing a spear and a shield. She hefted the spear up, and rays of golden sunlight streamed across the window. Around her head was a ring of blackened glass like a dark halo. Of the four, she was the only one who had fallen.
    Bridget’s depicted a strong woman with short brown hair wearing leather armor; a large sword held in a hand and arm that looked like willow wood. Her head was turned to her left, and her normal hand held a cluster of flowers that dropped petals on the floor. Though she was fierce, she was also blushing as if she was embarrassed to open up to him. Around her head was a golden ring that the other two subjects shared.
    Selene’s window was the most dynamic of the four. Her image was once split down the middle, one side depicting her human side, pretty and innocent. The other side displayed her demonic form. Now, it showed her whole, a mixture of the two, but the background was split between a thunderstorm and the other a clear sunny day. She held a hand over her chest, a heart clenched in her grip so hard it bulged around her fingers. Her golden ring was slightly off kilter.
    Tanya’s window was the newest. A woman with long wavy brown hair and a great horn bow in her hand. Though she had this impressive weapon, her window portrayed an aura of peace about her, with green grass at her feet and the moons in the distant background. Her eyes looked down upon the library.
    Endrance had been unconsciously altering the pictures once he had set them up in the library of his mind. The tapestries were also being added as significant moments occurred. He even noticed that his defeat and subsequent imprisonment was the newest tapestry on the walls.
    He turned around in a circle, surveying the room. The spell form that had been planted in his mind was nowhere to be seen. It had either been snuffed out when it completed its hidden order, or was in hiding in the deep recesses of his mind. Endrance walked across the water’s surface, leaving concentric ripples where his bare feet touched the cool liquid without breaking the surface. He would have to take some time to dig it out.
    When he stepped onto stone, he realized he had imagined himself as naked as his physical body was. He spent an instant of thought and fine cotton clothes rippled into existence onto his person. He had chosen a simple linen shirt and pants, with soft leather shoes. He looked at his forearms and considered adding his bracers, but decided against it. They were as much his shackles as they were accoutrements at the current moment, and he didn’t want to remind himself of it.
    The silver crystalphage embedded bracers remained the sole property of his physical form for the time being. He turned and looked up to the stained glass windows above him. The light behind them was without source, but it streamed into the room like rays of warm sunlight.
    Endrance concentrated a few seconds to take inventory of the main room. Each shelf for a split second glowed warmly as his thoughts scanned through them in a radial spiral, first scanning the closest shelves and rolling out into the next row until every shelf on every floor had been checked.
    He confirmed his memories, his experiences, everything he had learned about the world