I walked up the spiral staircase to the first level, looking in almost desperation for a book that I could actually read. My frustration was mounting, I mean, how could I be the saviour of, well, everyone, and not even be able to read these stupid books. I had never even been good at Spanish in school and looking at the characters that made up some of these languages, something told me that they would be ten times harder for me to learn.
I stopped, almost sure that I could hear the whispering again that I had heard the other night, not coming from outside the room but coming from the floor above me. No, it couldn't be. I had to be imagining it. I looked up to where the sound was coming from, turning my head as if trying to see if the sound was in my head or coming from somewhere in the l
