The Archivist 1, Realization

Date: The Year 2000 of The Magic Era

Location: The Northern Continent

In the darkness of the night, High up in the sky, So high above the clouds and the chaotic snowstorm happening under it, Hovered a seemingly old man,

The old man was wearing a long-sleeved, Majestic white Robe,

His hair was vibrant yellow, Just like his eyes, But the difference between them is that his eyes were giving off a bright glow.

The old man didn't look strong, But he didn't look weak either,

If we'd disregard his luminous eyes, He'd look like a normal, well built old man,

Yet, He was as far from normal as it gets.

Six books were hovering around the man,

He was writing with both hands in the two in front of him, While each of the other four books had a pen floating above it, And each of the pens was writing in the book it's floating above as frantically as the old man was writing

The old man was writing madly, Filling tens of pages in each book in just a matter of seconds

Within minutes, Thousands of pages were filled, Then suddenly

THUD

All the pens disappeared and the six books were loudly slammed shut,

The books moved on their own and aligned themselves on top of each other in front of the old man, Then they vanished into thin air

The old man looked around him in disdain,

The expression on his face was of extreme annoyance

'I want to write about a momentous event, Yet, Nothing is happening...'

'The Year 2000 used to be such an eventful year in every Era ... Yet, In this Era, It's no different from the previous year, Or even the 100 years before it...'

'Such a boring Era'

With a revulsive expression on his face, He soared with an incredible speed towards the southeast,

It didn't take long, And the man was already at the edge of the Eastern Continent

He closed his eyes for a moment, And his perception encompassed the entire continent

He tried to look for any interesting events or special occurrences throughout the continent, But

'Nothing'

He opened his eyes and looked at the west, Then he took off

In a couple of minutes, He reached the other end of the world and did the same thing

'Again, Nothing'

The man's annoyance was growing by the second, He looked at the South and took off, Once again, He was at the edge of the Southern Continent in a matter of minutes, The southern edge of the world

'AND STILL NOTHING!!!!'

The old man gritted his teeth and looked back at the place he came from, The North, Then blasted off.

While the old man was voyaging from the south to the north,

His perception encompassed The Southern, Middle, and Northern continents, Yet, Despite searching through the entire world, He didn't find what he was looking for

The old man eventually stopped at the very edge of the Northern Continent

'NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING'

The man's face became red with anger, He turned around and his glowing yellow eyes gazed at a very specific point atop a humongous mountain, Seemingly in the middle of nowhere

The old man blasted off and instantly reached the summit of the mountain he was looking at,

The mountaintop was white because of the heavy snowfall 

But despite that, There was a place in the middle of the summit that no snow fell on or even came near.

The old man reached the middle of the crest in a couple of strides, Then a small wooden shack appeared in front of him,

Essentially, The shack looked just like a hut.

He walked forward and pushed the door open, As soon as he did that the space around him seemed to warp, Like the hut was in a different dimension. 

The man entered and the door automatically closed behind him.

The scene inside was phenomenal,

A vast place full of bookcases, Each bookcase had 10s of shelves, And each shelf had 10s of books and tomes on it

Books of all different colors and sizes were everywhere, The hut had thousands or even hundreds of thousands of books inside it, It was essentially an Enormous Library.

The man kept walking forward,

Suddenly, Six books materialized in front of him and each of them flew to a different shelf and placed itself among the other books.

As the man went deeper inside the gigantic Library, The books on the shelves became fewer and fewer, Until eventually, The space in front of the man contained only empty shelves

The man stopped moving and thought to himself

'Thousands and thousands of empty shelves...'

His expression turned solemn

'How can I fill the shelves if there's nothing to write about?'

'What's the point of a worldwide Perception if I can't find what I'm looking for?'

He sighed

'Perception is meaningless if there is no relevant change to perceive'

The man clenched his fists so hard that his nails punctured his palms, But instead of blood, Sand came out of his wounds and fell on the floor.

The man began reciting the names that other beings associated with him throughout the Eras

"The Custodian, The Curator, The Librarian, The Preservationist, The Scribe, The Recordkeeper, The Watcher, The Chronicler, The Historian"

Then he said with scorn

"And in this boring Era,  The Archivist" 

The Archivist was furious 

"In this boring Era, I'm the strongest!

I'm The Hegemon!" 

But

"What's the point of becoming The Hegemon during the most boring Era? There's nothing to witness!"

According to the Archivist's standards, Nothing of note happened in the last few centuries

"The Lords became complacent, The Kings are inadequate, The Royals are worthless..."

The Archivist witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, And by far, This was the most mundane time in history.

"The world became stale"

He looked around him, Specifically at the books he wrote in this Era, In the last 2000 years

Then he realized something

"Actually, The world has been stale for too long, It's just that I was coping..."

When The Archivist came to this conclusion, Another realization hit him

"If nothing changes, The world will remain stale forever..."

"Someone has to do something...."