Words, that was all that Jared had ever been good at in his life. He had dabbled in poetry as a child and had been a playwright and screenwriter later in his adulthood before taking up his current mantle.
It was for this reason, that at the end of his life he had nothing to do but to use but his best words. He had to send out two letters or the deaths of all those protecting him would be all for nought. He therefore began writing and account of how the current predicament came about to send back to his superiors.
He wrote of mistakes made in security, of secrets leaked, of traitors caught. Worst of all, he wrote of those vile abominations which the traitors had allowed in. Those beasts with no soul, no life and no end to their hunger. Their hunger for knowledge, which cruelly manifested itself in the way that they would strip books of their every word and such the memories of all in their path.
Secondly he wrote a letter to his family, to his long forgotten basted child. He wrote of how he had met his then mistress and left her fat with progeny. He wrote of why he could not marry the love of his life, of how he had gotten to forget her. He wrote of the sorrow this had given him until he had forgotten about it. He wrote of his childhood and of his life amoung the mortal
How he wished that he could have told more. How he would have liked to spill of his secrets in that heartfelt letter, and had a peaceful rest at the least. That would not be possible. He had to keep his secrets and leave his successor to rediscover them.
He carefully wrapped these each if these in an his best envelopes. He went by the flower place in his office and replaced the coals with with fowlflame stabs. The cyan coloured flame shone brightly and radiated in the room, providing him with enough sight to take in a good long look of his office, for just one last, he picked up his robes and walked out as the flame flew out or the fireplace, out to carry his message in two long noodlelike tendrils.
He walked back into hell, his aged face visible to all as those bright green eyes observed what was around. His red hair turning mire grey at the very sight of it.
This library outpost was done, their were injured and dead everywhere and all escape routes had been blocked off. Even messages would only he sent after the seige had been lifted but it then either everyone would be dead or captured, or the least likely outcome, the opponent would have already been routed with just the hard work and defenses of those here stationed defenders.
Highly improbable though.
As he considered all of this a scrawny black haired man came to him. Sean his name, an initiate and at the moment a messenger boy as all the senior members fought and communication wad down. This lad respectfully began: "Sir, as per your orders, we have successfully defended your office to allow you to send out a report back the Library, yet we believe that the message will not escape this siege until too late, we are awaiting your next set of orders."
Having long recognized the futility of it all he conceded that there was not much to be done against an enemy unknown to them, far more powerful and more prepared than them. "All of this is already known to me and I maintain no illusion of our escape at this point. We face an enemy who posses all of our secrets and appears to know more about our powers that we do ourselves. If not for the filthy scum that turned against us at a critical moment and if not for the secrets being stolen off of our fallen brethren than we might have been able to fight, but no, the deed has been done and this outpostvlies practically fallen. All thar can be done now os to deal a blow to them so great as to make them to think twice before attacking any more of the blood or stone belonging to the Library."
"What then do you suggest, sir?" He lowered his head and sighed as he thoughtof his obly remaining option, and pressed for time, he decided to voice it: "Burm all the books." This may have sounded dumb. After all, their very job was to protect and preserve these sacred tomes and yet was suggesting to destroy them. To make it worse, these books were like bombs of one find a method to ignite them, the whole outpost would go off like several hundred hydrogen bombs.
Sean was therefore understandably confused. His face contorted at at impossible angles in the expression of the shock that he was experiencing. "With all due respect sir, that will destroy everything for a radius of of several hundred kilometers, release so much radiation as to appear as a mini sun the surface of this planet available for any intelligent species to observe and will possibly reveal the existence of the Halls of Heaven and the Library to all." Valid points, though Jared had come to a decision. "If we do not do thos then knowledge will have been truly stolen from this outpost, the secrets of our order exposed and those who currently besiege us will escape without casuality. We live to protect the secrets of this sect and of the universe and none must ever be allowed be forcefully take even a single silible of it. Besides you know that our souls are prserved and soth time the Soul ink will restore our consciousness. "
Sean understood. He immediately and left. Left to fulfill and duty. Ready to die for his order, ready to be written about in the same tomes of other Keepers of the Library.
Jared carefully considered all that this outpost had been to him, all the lovely memories here, all the subordinates who had become like brothers and all the work put into keeping it running. As he considered the armored and violet robbed men and women running back and forth between the shelves, having entered the deepest level of the Library outpost that he was in, fighting monsters of their horrors he smiled thinking about how his own successor would have quite the mess on his hands, and as the fire was lit and a chain reaction, he thought one last time, about all that he had left behind on Earth, his family, his friends, his love, all of it, he smirked, imagining the adventure ahead.