Part One - (1)

Introduction of a far older Jonathan, a university librarian living in Cambridge

“What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now.”

~Unknown Author

 

26 years later, in the ensuite bathroom of a rented room in a small terraced house in Cambridge, Jonathan Snowbright prepared himself for another day at the Pembroke college library. Middle age had been kind to Jonathan, and although his slightly more controlled mop was a little greyed, and his sharp blue eyes were surrounded by a few laughter lines and the odd wrinkle, he still had a somewhat youthful charm about him. He pushed his wiry glasses up his nose, and adjusted purple striped tie. He was particularly proud of that tie. With a final jerk of his cream jacket, he picked up his sky blue bag and headed out the door.

His landlady, Mrs Fairweather, was bustling around the kitchen as he passed through. “I just made a batch of your favourite cookies,” she said, gesturing to the heaped plate on the breakfast table. Jonathan grinned, and grabbed 2 for the road, thanking her. Mrs Fairweather was one of those old women who treated everyone under the age of 70 as her children. She was a wonderful landlady, and Jonathan liked her. Yes, in fact, life was pretty good at the moment. But he knew it would most likely not last. Because, since that incident 26 years earlier, his life had been changed forever. Which was why he was scared to leave Mrs Fairweather alone every day, and why he carried his blue bag, filled with emergency essentials, with him everywhere. And it was why he went down to Dorset every summer to check up on what was known as a Magical hotspot. And it was why he hadn't seen his old friend, Melvin for 18 years

But for now, he wouldn't worry about that. Because it was just another day at the library. Just books to check in and out, the occasional student to help, perhaps a run down to the local book store. He patted his big, slobbery golden retriever, Barnie, goodbye, and said goodbye to his tortoise-shell cat, Hal, and, although Mrs Fairweather didn't hear, Hal replied with a sarcastic “have fun”. Then, he called out “see you later” to his landlady, and shut the kitchen door behind himself.

Reviews

[Misted Eyes]

Seems short for a chapter :/
Again, as in the prologue, you can split the paragraphs to smaller ones for the purpose of easing the reading of it.
Also something I neglected to write in the prologue, apparently using numbers (id est, 1, 2, 3, 4, et cetera) is considered un-literal and should not be in so-called proper writing. Also, I find it quite annoying to read numbers between the words.

Countlessly,
The Misted Eyes that Gaze from beyond the Veil of Frost