The Bartender's Mystical Chronicles

background shouting.

Ah..damn what the hell–is there a damn rally here what the hell are they shouting for.

I walk to the window to see what is the town doing because i am pissed of because of they are shouting..

Then i saw a sign that said–"Who is the person that sang in the silent street at nights?"

It was infront at my house as well with a damn formation line.

As i open my window the shouting the people made grow louder–they were chanting something–DO YOU SING! In a repetitive state.

I didn't care so i said "Man what the hell are you all shouting for i dont even know who is singing i only do bartending!"

I lied..

Cause who the hell will do a damn rally because of a person that sing.

They were disappointed as well and i was satisfied.

Then i prepare for my work without knowing that i dont have a schedule for work today but then i remember that i dont have any schedule for today because of my colleague will swap with me for today.

I wore my usual outfit when i dont have work.

I go out then walk to the street with alot of people that were confuse who is the person that sang.

I didn't care cause tonight...

I will!

I will not sing my throat hurts from singing.

...

Magician.. Huh..

Magician to heal..

Thats cool but this body didn't have any potential for magic.

Who cares people live more longer that isn't affiliated with magic–Cause of the monster they fight..

RUN! son take care of yourself we Da and mom wouldn't make it so run for it dont worry about us we will be there with you even we are not..

Kid! run for it now!

NO! MY MOM AND DAD IS–NO! DAD!

Ah shit sorry kid but we gotta run.

NO! NO! PUT ME DOWN! IM GONNA SAVE MY MOM!!

MOM! AHHH!

Ah.. Memory's from the original owner of this body.

Terror seeing his father died in front of his eyes.

Sadness cause they are gone.

Anger because of being picked up and not saving his parents.

Frustration of not being able to do something.

And traumatized by it.

Library...

What the hell was that–theres no one else though that is close to me that can whisper to my ear that clear.

It said library why though and what it gotta do with me and a library i am not the same person as the owner of this body–Did he make a contract with a devil?

Cause thats some creepy things.

Is he Mentally ill that it cause me to become one nah im already mentally ill in my original body.

eugh..

Memories i was put in an asylum by my parents because i talk by myself–because there was a damn presentation of a group project at that time and they think i was crazy–because of that i became crazy for damn five weeks of no people tp talk with.

And asylum is what make people go crazy more its because what the fuck being not able to talk with someone else is already adding of mental problems and they be putting me in a fucking white room.

I counted the wall like i am some genius person that can measure things–shit i can't even use a ruler.

Anyways library it is cause if this body contracted with a devil i will go to a place then say everything and jump myself to a mountain close to the sea at sunset.

Do library have more recipe about on beverages cause its getting plain with the recipes on the Tavern they only got plain like rice.

I walk to go to the library as i hum of the song i sang i pass by the bridge that connect the town the water were glistening with the sun's radiant light.

Then the i saw the library it was a huge building–full with writings like novels, story, poem, magic books, sword and guides on different jobs.

I enter the library and i saw a nice lady said "hello what brings you here, sir?"

I said i am here for books that are about bartending recipes.

"Follow me, sir" said by the lady.

I followed her and she talks then points on where is the location and about different categories on the library.

Bookshelf i pass by then the talk shifts.

"We are here, sir" said by the lady.

"Oh, okay thanks" i replied back.

We talk about some recipes in bartending and guidance on what to do.

"Do you need anything else sir?" said by the lady

"Ah nothing this is fine, thank you for guiding me" i replied back.

Then she walk away.

I didn't pay much attention and just focus on my job looking for more recipes.

I touch a book that felt weird with it something that is mysterious.

I pull the book out of it's shelves place to see a normal looking book until i see no title no author name and just a deep midnight blue color with something that look like scales of something that is not a normal animal..

I open the book to just see some encrypted words where i can see spell formation and some.. drinks??

I plan to go to the section where i can learn about encrypted words but then i felt the same pain as memories of the owner of the body i possess that happen back then..

I was full of pain i only can do was just grit my teeth because of my throat i can't say help and in my head–it hurts.

Then the pain was gone.

I open the book again–it was different from the first time i tried to read it–i was able to read it easily.

I opened page by page trying to find the spell and

i read it while i was trying to find the spell that cause pain in my head through page by page slowly and trying to learn the mixed drink with spells.

Time pass by and got reflected with a golden light to see its noon that came to greet me–so i go back to the lady that guided me but it was a different person so i just said "can i buy this book?"

The person said "oh it's free no one even uses it after decades they have said by my colleague's."

I reply back "okay thanks"

"No problem" the person said

I exit the library and walk again from library to home.

I pass the bridge and i look again but now it was glistening with orange light coming from the sun.

i hum till i got home, i bath myself, ate food then read the mysterious book.

As I flipped through the book, the pages felt old yet strangely intact, as if untouched by time. The words shimmered under the dim candlelight, shifting between languages I didn't know and ones I somehow understood.

One page caught my eye—it was titled Remedies in a Glass.

Curious, I leaned closer. The descriptions weren't just about mixing drinks; they were about emotions, memories, and even energy. A cocktail to ease nightmares, a brew to strengthen resolve, a drink that could momentarily clear one's mind from sorrow.

I traced my fingers along a particular recipe. It required simple ingredients—some I recognized from the tavern, others I had never heard of. But what stood out was the final instruction: Whisper your intent before the first sip.

Weird.

I leaned back in my chair, tapping the wooden table. Could this really work? Or was it just some old-world superstition written in fancy words?

Only one way to find out.

I closed the book, setting it aside for now. My head was still throbbing slightly from whatever had happened back in the library, but I pushed it away.

Tomorrow, I'd test one of these recipes. Just to see.

And if it worked…

Then maybe this book wasn't just a book.

I go to my bed then slept with a lot of things in my mind that didn't made a sense for me.