The more that is revealed about Selina’s past, the more questions that are raised. Would the library help the trio in their quest for answers?
Scene setting : The City Library – Blood City.
Co-written with Temp and Gene.
Ava’s reaction was loud enough to make many readers lift their heads as well as the Librarian giving her a stern look, followed by a shushing sound. Seeing Ava bite her lip and realize that she had just brought the attention of all those around them to the small trio was enough to make Joel shake his head. He had already deduced that the girl was from another era, and the fact she answered him with the fifteenth century as being the time she was from meant he was on the money. It was incredulous, to be honest but there was much about the world and those around us that many would find hard to understand. Joel, however had a very open mind. If only the girls knew about the book that he had in his satchel. Course, that was for another time. Right now, Joel needed to keep Selina calm and Ava quiet.
“Ava. You might want to sit down.” The young teacher was genuinely worried about how Ava was handling this. If she found a chair nearby it might be a good idea to use it.
Turning his attention back to Selina, he showed her a soft smile. “Girls’ can be so dramatic.” Referring to how Ava made such a remark in the library. A place where you were meant to be quiet. Joel’s face changed slightly as he tried to cushion what would be a blow to Selina’s mind when he decided to fill in the blanks for her.
“Selina, this is the twenty first century. A time well beyond the industrial age. You could say it is the glass age.” Glass being used in so many of the industries and technologies that we so readily accept in our lives. Joel watched her face closely, gauging a response – but asked one more question.
“What was the last thing you remember….back in the fifteenth century? It might help us work out just how you came to be here, and how to get you home.”
Temp: Selina had jumped a bit due to the shouted reaction from Ava, and her eyes went wide upon being told which century this actually was. “Twenty…first…?” Tallulah had told her that time had passed, but she by no means said that it had been SIX…CENTURIES.“Six…centuries…hast passed…?” The cat plushie in her hands dropped to the floor as her hands fell from her chest, now only dangling at her sides. The cat plushie, which was possessed by a demon and served as her Grimoire, reacted openly for the first time. It moved on it’s own and jumped up onto Selina’s hat, peeking it’s head around the side to stare at Joel. “S-si-six…” For a moment, her eyes flashed bright red once more, which was due to the stress her mind was currently experiencing. Yet again, her awakened self was bubbling and arising within her. “What doth I remember? Blood…Dark…and death…the death of mine coven…mine family.” She had lost everything, right? What did Joel know? Why did he know to question her like this? Her mind was like a blender set on full speed. She was completely lost, and had even started crying…for no real reason at all.
“Ava. You might want to sit down.”
Instead of taking it as a suggestion, Ava took it as an order. She nodded and scanned the library for a chair. Inhaling deeply, she left the two and sat at a table, out of earshot from their conversation. Fifteenth century? What was wrong with Selina? Her hands moved to her head, her fingers massaging her temples. All this speculation on the girl and her origins was stressing her out. Yes, Ava had accepted magic had accepted. But time travel? Perhaps, this wasn’t time travel related. There could be a plausible explanation for this in one of her Grimoires.
The man on the same table was giving her an odd glance.
”Are you okay? he whispered, raising a brow.
Ava realised her body language was making it obvious she was troubled. Licking her lips, she softly cleared her throat and reached across the table to retrieve a book from the centre. However, due to the size of the table, her fingers only touched the book, but not enough to grab it; nothing a little telekinesis couldn’t fix. The book edged ever so slightly to Ava; it wouldn’t be that obvious the book had moved, unless one was directly looking at it. Even so, it might have appeared as if it was a trick of the mind.
Sliding back down to her seat, Ava opened the book. It was the history of Ozyrn. After flipping through a few pages, she grew bored. It served as a good distraction to the current situation. That was, until the sound of someone crying came to her focus. It was Selina. Had Joel scolded her, in private, for her stupidity? Either way, Ava felt sorry for her. Ava wasn’t the only one who was looking at the two. Others were pondering why there was a crying girl. It seemed they were all a beacon for attention.
Rising from her seat, she hurried over to Joel and Selina, gesturing them to follow her. Ava moved deeper into the library, walking along a few bookshelves until they were out of view and earshot of others. Where the bookshelves started, the library truly began to resemble a maze.