Where to start : The Witches Circle – PD

Showing Oridin through the Elder’s library, Esme would try to help prepare the young Mage for his journey to the lands of Pride.

Razorbackwriter:
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So many many books. Oridin was right. His pleasured response and his body language was like that of a child at the fair. Where to start, what to chose? Books of all manners of spells, and incantations, histories of witch craft and lore. Some books that had not done so well to weather the passing of time, as many had cobweb strewn across the spines. Standing in the doorway, as though there was some sort of invisible barrier that kept her out, Esme watched the boy’s antics with a troubled expression. She simply couldn’t help but worry about him. Sure, he had taken her gift even if he didn’t understand the significance of it.

Finally, chewing her bottom lip, Esme stepped into the library properly, and picked up the nearest feather duster, that was leaning against a wall with the broom – both of which looked like they had not been doing their job for years. Raising the duster, Esme began to sweep back the cobwebs with spiders running in all directions. Something that may well frighten a girl with arachnophobia, but Esme was in tune with insects, just as she was with so many other creatures. Nature and its inhabitants were the very things that Esme treasured above everything, and sometimes even her own magical powers. She’d practiced her craft, but there was this side of her that always held back. Maybe it was something deep seated within her psyche.

Revealing more and more books, as she wiped the cobwebs away, the dust was also stirred. Some books actually leapt off the shelves and opened up before the young boy, as if presenting themselves for his perusal. A magical book sometimes has a life of its own. Other books were fastened with locks, for reasons that at this time were unclear.

One book was sitting on the edge of the table, and as Esme passed it, the oddest thing happened. A red like book marker made of ribbon slid out and the book opened like a dog’s mouth panting. A small tassle that hung from the other end of the book wagged like a tail. Such a strange thing to have in the library. It started Esme, who dropped her feather duster in surprise.

If the wrong person was to pick it up….you had to wonder what it would do.

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Oridin Lexington : ” Where to start ; where to start…. ”

– The male walked around and looked throughout the area for what he was truly looking for . He noticed the books acting of their own will and with that he kept on moving , after some time he’d look back at Esme ; seeing her clean up the area some . However Oridin kept searching about , getting hit by a moving book near him and before he realized it , he thought back on the past on what his Mother attempted to teach him awhile back while he was cursed . A magic spell he had failed to use . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” A long time ago , back in another land I attempted to destroy the curse implanted on me by utilizing the magic of nullification by fusion as odd as it sounds. To learn how to control something ; one must know how it fully works. My Mother is truly a Magic Master , and she created dangerous spells that could change the very essence of a person and others that can change the environment if used . I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper . I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

– Oridin let out a sigh ; knowing fully well if he messed it up again that he’d possibly end up in a worse position if that was ever possible , but as it stood he needed to understand how to attempt it again and research would help him get there. Why did he want to control this magic ? Only he knew why he wanted to do so. Oridin would reach for the feather duster to return to Esme while hoping she had a book somewhere in the library that could help him reach his ends. –

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme took up the book that was acting like some sort of dog and stroked the cover, while she watched Oridin move about the library, as though he was looking for something in particular. The books that had flown from the shelves to reveal themselves slowly closed, one after the other as he walked on by, like…they were also listening to what the young mage was saying. Speaking of a time, long before the two had met and about his mother. Esme stopped to collect her own thoughts, as the memory of her mother was somewhat a blur. Whether it was cause she was so young when her mother died, or perhaps there was something else that blocked her memories – something forced. Setting down the dog like book, which continued to wag its binder tassle, Esme scanned the rows of shelves, when Oridin said that his mother was a magic master. Lavinia could be regarded as such, but perhaps not exactly the same. It was no secret that Lavinia kept books on the dark arts…and these were the ones that had locks upon them. For obvious reasons.

I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper .

The young apprentice’s ears pricked when she heard that there was a reversal spell that was written on paper.

“Do you still have that piece of paper?” She inquired, genuinely intrigued since if he had it, there was a chance that they could try it together…though there was a problem with that and dark magic. Something that Esme had not really explained.

I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

Resistance. These words caused Esme’s eyes to light up.

“The book you need isn’t here and I highly doubt that Lavinia would leave her grimoire out in the open. But I know of another. My mother’s.” A powerful witch in her own time, she had a massive grimoire, that Esme studied from time to time, and even took down spells from it, to work on and make into her own.

“It’s in my room.” Before the boy could speak, Esme left the library and ran back down to her own room, where Esme kept a chest. A chest of belongings that was at the foot of her bed. Kneeling down she reached for the talisman around her neck and uttered a small spell, that saw the lock on the chest open and she was able to lift up the lid on the weathered chest. In beneath baby clothes and other keepsakes, was a bound book….

Desmedora’s grimoire.

Closing the lid of the chest in haste, Esme got back up to her feet with the book held closely to her chest, before feeling a surge of power, that seemed to connect the book to the talisman – a recognition of the two magics. It always happened, like some strange bonding, that Esme never truly understood.

Racing back to the library, Esme found Oridin again where she had left him and with a look of some resignation, she handed over her most prized possession.

“This might help you with your curse. I’d pretty much bet my life on it.”

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~RB~

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– The Mage listened to all Esme said and done , leaving his presence to go retrieve something she believed could help him . When she returned Oridin was handed a book , it gave him the feel that it was special or at least held some special value hearing the way she spoke about it . Oridin sighed with relief hearing how full of faith she had in it and smiled whole-heartedly. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

– He bowed with great respect and adoration to his colleague , knowing he was going to speak to Esme about the information about the technique he planned to do so now . As it stood Oridin knew it would be impossible for him to have all that stuff with him after the events that transpired from his transformation ; death and transfer to Hell. With that Oridin would give the information that he could –

Oridin Lexington : ” The notes are back in my kingdom but what I can say is that I remember three words . Create . Crush . Absorb . Embody. I tried my best to remember the entire spell but I realized after all that time I could only remember root words. ”

– Oridin attempted to remember much more but he couldn’t . However he was glad to at least recognize and remember the most important words . The Mage apprentice would put the book in the bag he carried before continuing the conversation. His brains brought back the memory of the incident of where he attempted to utilize the spell without heeding his Mother’s warning. –

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Oridin Lexington : ” The spell is difficult to do if one is not completely in tune with their will. The weak will be consumed by this spell . Like I was before. I didn’t realize it was more difficult to do with a curse on me. Me attempting to use the spell caused the curse itself to mutate and turn me into a Dragon made of darkness , everything beyond that I’ve told you about in the past. ”

– The male walked closer and looked about the library for a brief moment before he allowed Esme to speak if she had something to say in response . –

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme had a lot of faith in the young Mage, though giving him the grimoire was a true test of this belief in him. It was a treasured family heirloom and one that she didn’t even share with her Aunt Lavinia. Seeing his reaction was enough for the young witch. He was respectful and grateful that she passed over such a precious book.

” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

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“I know you will.” Esme said with an air of confidence. She was assured that if anyone should have it, it was him. Was it enough though? Waiting to see what he would do next, she found herself listening to him explain about how the notes for a certain spell were back at the kingdom where he was from. Esme knew little about his past, the times before she had found him, and though she was curious to learn more about her friend, Esme knew that time was marching on. He spoke of a spell but could only recall root words, not the entire speel. Those words held power, but without the entire incantation, they just weren’t enough on their own.

Watching Oridin place the book carefully within his bag, Esme followed him across the room, where he continued on about the spell. Saying how difficult it was and that if one was not completely in tune with their will, it won’t work. Esme let out a small sigh, when Oridin said that he didn’t realize that it was more difficult to do, do to the curse that had befallen him earlier. Maybe this was why he was so keen to seek out more information, and tour the libraries of say the Kingdom of Pride. Esme was now starting to truly understand the importance of this mission.

“I really hope you find what you are looking for out there. Who knows, maybe the answer is waiting for you in the library of that Prince that was here. Can’t hurt to look while you are doing the protection spell.” Esme had not forgotten about the whole ritual and lighting of the blooded candles, though part of her worried all the same. Lavinia’s spells were not for the feint hearted.

Out in the hall, a clock struck one, and it startled the young witch. She was about to say something…something from the heart, when a raven flew in the window. It had a note tied to its leg, and excusing herself, Esme went over to remove the note, while the raven squawked loudly. It was not one of Lavinia’s ravens. Esme could tell by the sheen of colour of the feathers. Unraveling the note, she looked surprised to see who it was from

From the Greed Kingdom to Witches Circle

Mariela to Esme

Princess Mariela of Greed requires your assistance. Apologies for the inconvenience, but if you could please make your way over to Greed castle, it’d be greatly appreciated.

“What could they want with me?” Esme said out loud, before looking back at Oridin with a worried expression. “I’ve been summoned to Greed.” After the Princess’s behavior before Lavinia, Esme had to wonder if she had called for her by mistake. “I don’t understand, I’m not an Elder. Maybe they don’t want to upset Lavinia.” It was a fair call, considering. Knowing that it was best to get a move on, Esme ran over and placed a kiss on Oridin’s cheek. “Hopefully I will be back before you return from Pride. if not…..I wish you well…I really do.”

The young apprentice then hurried out of the library to go and pack a small bag for her trip to Greed.

~RB~

(TC – Esme – Greed)

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Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington :”Thanks for the support Esme , I’ll do my best. ”

– The Young Apprentice would say to his comrade , he knew he was meant to head off soon and when they both said their pieces a bird came in which was meant for Esme . With that bird giving her specific information about her instructions Oridin would soon to remember he had duties to fulfill , he was meant to leave . soon –

Oridin Lexington : ” I think they need you for something that only you can do . Be careful out there ok ? I’ll be going myself now ; and thank you for the support again. We’ll see each other soon I’m sure.”

– He’d stand there for a few more moments ; seeing Esme off as he sighed gently. Hopefully she’d be safe and out of harms way while at Greed . He couldn’t go along with her due to him being assigned elsewhere.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” Maybe when we get back I’ll muster up the courage to ask. Teleportavimas ! . ”

– In the moment of stating the magic words needed to initiate the transport Oridin would have been warped and sent to the Kingdom of Pride along with the items he had needed to fulfill his duties and the gift he was given by Esme. Oridin hoped for the best and of course a chance to further his research and understanding of the pursuits he’s long since seeked. –

[ TC – Kingdom of Pride ]

Esme’s Gift – The Witches Circle : PD

Following on from ‘Blood Magic’.  Should Astartoth; the Prince of Pride be trusting of Lavinia and her magic?  Probably not….

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Young Scholar’s mouth stayed shut as he listened to the Prince of Pride speak to the Elder , having seen them continue to speak about the relations in the kingdoms Oridin had found himself listening to Lavinia without a second thought and came over to her to take what she had asked for. Oridin would take each of the items listed and would then place them into a bag he carried around , knowing that at this point in time he was to be ready ; he was simply glad he carried around a small bag of magical items . Staying quiet alittle bit after hearing what was told to him Oridin mentally prepared for the voyage. But being a Apprentice he wanted one thing in particular. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Elder, since I am to depart soon for Pride ; I wish to ask if I am allowed to delve in your knowledge ? A book or two from your collection , it would be an honor to learn from a mind so divine . A mage can always expand their knowledge and learn no matter where they are , and I wish to not slack even while on a mission .”

– Surely the journey ahead will be a new experience but he would find it to be a special one . Away from home , in a new land devoid of his comfort zones . His mind could tell there would be new things he’d learn , whether it was to help him in his studies or just knowledge to know . –

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Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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The Witches Circle

He frowned at Lavinia’s words. He did not like to hear a mention of shift in powers. Not from a witch after hearing it the same day from a genie. Something was really wrong and it seemed to Astaroth that the prince of Gluttony had been thrown smack in the middle of it.
Is there anything any demon can control?” he muttered rhetorically under his breath as the elder stepped down from her throne. He’d been unlucky enough to hear stories of a gluttonous prince once. To this day he still regretted hearing them. A person that couldn’t stop eating or wanting was simply something Astaroth couldn’t understand. He himself was supposed to be a prince of pride but he was not a proud man. At least, he didn’t feel so.
Lavinia’s mention of the right hand of doom made everything click for Astaroth. He knew what the hand along with a heart could do. But he also knew that it didn’t need to be a proud prince’s heart. It just had to be a prideful heart.
Is that his goal? To bring destruction upon the world?” he asked angrily, though the anger was not directed at the elder. She did say that the gluttonous prince perhaps didn’t understand the power he now controlled. If anyone was mad enough to wield the right hand of doom and even think of capturing a prideful heart along with it, they most likely didn’t understand anything or were simply in no condition to make decisions about even their underwear for the day.
It serves me perhaps more than I’d like to admit, but it really puts a damper in my stroll when I can’t do it because of pain. At the rate it’s getting worse and the future it is most likely warning me about, I doubt I’ll be able to move by the end of the week.” which would typically be the time which his attacker would choose to come knocking.
Astaroth looked back at the witch once she mention the time limit and the gift. He was relieved Gluttony only had six days left. Astaroth liked to believe his defenses were good enough to last that long. Especially since he hadn’t received any warning of an approaching army from anywhere around the lake.
He waited patiently while she explained the ritual to the boy. It was not the time to speak nor his place. It was interesting to say the least to see the witch explaining. As Astaroth wasn’t a being that used magic like they did it was fascinating to observe. He would gladly sit through rituals performed by witches and warlocks just to see how it worked. To document the process and make a detailed report on witches and warlocks for future generations to read and learn from.
Thank you, Elder. I will gladly grant him full access to my library for study and I will do my best to keep the boy safe until he can return here to be raised in rank.” he bowed to Lavinia and turned to Oridin. “I’m afraid I can not travel with you nor can I leave my island to escort you back to my castle. But I will make sure a flag will be waiting for you at any dock you choose to travel from so that you may pass safely over the lake. If you wish I can send someone to keep you even safer on your way.[/b]” he waited for the boy to answer before nodding and removing his crown. He stood for a moment before his body crumbled into the golden sands it came from and Astaroth’s consciousness was transported back to his own body in Pride castle.

[Thread change to Pride Kingdom]

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Thankfully Astaroth was not stupid. Nor it seemed consumed as yet by his sin. In a way it was a blessing, but possibly a curse in disguise. The Prince of Pride was a man that used his insight to question the possible actions of others, in particular the other Princes. Astaroth continued to bring up questions, that Lavinia was more than happy to answer. After all, much was at stake and she knew exactly how best to play it.

“Is that his goal? To bring destruction upon the world?” A very good question. Lavinia paused for a moment, as a raven returned from its flight – message delivered. It landed upon the tip of Lavinia’s staff and stared with its black eyes at the Prince, then turned it’s head back to his Mistress, who nodded at the raven before speaking.

“One of hunger does not care what it consumes, so long as there is to be power gained from such. But I guess, that if you were to eat the world hollow, it would collapse therefore bringing its end. Imagine being so obsessed with this never ending hunger, you fail to see just what you are really doing.” Lavinia tutted, but then showed another smile. Knowing full well that Astaroth could rest easy with the fact he had six days to prepare, and with this new gift and the assistance of yet another to his cause. You would think he was blessed in a way to have so much going for him. Servants that would do anything to protect his royal heart.

Having accepted both the gift of the mage’s help and the items he would be carrying with him, Lavinia was happy to see them on their way.

As the Prince had arrived in the unorthodox manner of being nothing more than a golem, she watched the Prince advise the young Mage on what preparations would be made on his arrival at the lake. A flag would be at the dock, allowing safe passage over the lake to the castle proper. Once Astaroth’s body crumbled to nothing but golden sands, Lavinia turned to her young mage.

“I think that went rather well, don’t you?” Her voice having a delicious purr to it.

Pinching a tail feather from her trusty raven, she then tucked it gently into Oridin’s hair. “There…another gift. It will help you when the time comes.” She didn’t say how it would help, but clearly she knew more about the Pride kingdom than she had let on. Raising her hand, she revealed a sparkling golden mist that she then blew towards Oridin. This was to help him travel across to the lake of Pride, where no doubt others were waiting for safe passage.

“Now. You seek books. Feel free to use my library in my house. Take the two you need and then simply say “teleportavimas” You will leave Witches circle and Dyre immediately after.”

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Standing not far from where all this had taken place, Esme watched on silently. Her eyes were dilated and she could feel the very dark magic in the air….pulsing through her veins and teasing her mind. Would she be strong enough to fight it when the time came?

~RB~

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– The Apprentice listened to the two exchange words before the Prince of Pride offered allowing the library of Pride to be at his full usage ; it would seem that he would have to take the voyage alone as the Prince of Pride did not arrive naturally. This meant Oridin needed to get there with assistance of sorts ; he did feel a bit unease as going alone was never something he enjoyed but alas he needed to get out there into this world and understand more. The Prince of Pride would soon leave and the Apprentice would bow respectfully as he vanished ; Oridin would listen to the Elder as she had spoken to him as she placed a feather into his hair . He would bow again nervously but all the more gratefully for her help. –

Oridin Lexington :” Thank you for your assistance in my educational pursuits ! ”

– Oridin would run off but would slowly backtrack with a very awkward look in his face before his voice finally came back out . He didn’t know where to go , and felt quite flustered for storming off without having any knowledge of where she lived precisely and he didn’t want to go blindly looking . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” Um……. where is your house Elder ? ”

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“I know where it is.” Esme stepped out from behind one of the dead trees and offered a warm smile to both her aunt and Oridin. She’d been paying close attention to everything that had gone on and now she saw it may be a good time to step in. Surely Lavinia had more pressing matters, like speaking with her raven now that it had returned out of the two she sent away. Holding her hands in front of her with her fingers laced together, Esme turned side on and allowed Oridin to walk to her side so that the pair might start off together. Being aware that Oridin was to use one of Lavinia’s spells to move across to the lake of Pride, she did have some curiosity over the raven feather that had been gently inserted between locks of Oridin’s hair. Her eyes glanced up towards it with her eyebrows also raised. Not to let on that she was being so inquisitive, she called back to her aunt.

“I’m happy to show him the way back.” Esme added cheefully.

“Very well.” Lavinia’s tone was almost dismissive in its delivery as she returned to her knotted wood throne to sit and stroke her raven.

Knowing it would be foolish to hang around after the matter was done and dusted, Esme started off – reaching up to draw her hood over her head. Her long red cloak billowing behind her. A cool breeze had now whipped up. The chill was enough to raise the hairs on the back of your neck. Almost like a frozen hand strumming the air currents. So very strange. Esme did her best to ignore it.

As the pair walked along, Esme had to ask.

“The Queen is sending you on a very special assignment, but…I have a bad feeling about this.” Esme couldn’t help but get a sense of foreboding about the whole thing. First Lavinia sends Gluttony packing with a powerful banishment, then she brushes off Mariela, the Princess of Greed with a warning…..and now she is gifting Pride and sending the young Mage to do a spell of protection. Esme pursed her lips, but her worry was growing. This time piece that the Dark one spoke of….was doing harm…everywhere.

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– Oridin sighed with relief hearing Esme give him a sign of knowing where it was and with that Oridin went to the side of Esme to follow as the Elder dismissed them both. Off they went to the library of Lavinia , while walking Oridin’s mind was full of curious thoughts . How would the Kingdom of Pride be for a person like him ? He wished to know how it was out there when he got there , but before all of that he was curious on the nature of the spells in the library and hoped it expanded the nature of the spells he knew and hoped to learn as well as understand and the information he wished to acquire about the nature of light and dark. He didn’t forget the reason why he ended up in hell. It was all because of that….. kid. –

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– He was still curious on why the person was as skilled as he was with magic and the dark arts while having the appearance of a child . But who was that person ? Did he orchestrate Oridin’s being here? The male let out a sigh as he kept on thinking about it , but discarded the notion as he heard Esme speak which broke his train of thought back into reality. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Well I’m sure I should be fine. I’ll brave the possible dangers of the Kingdom of Pride with hopes that I’ll return with ease , but if not then I will come back regardless. I will miss you for the time that I must spend away. Keep me in your thoughts. ”

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– Oridin gave a soft smile as he spoke and continued on , with hopes they’d reach the library soon so he could get what he coulld and then depart for the Kingdom of Pride .-

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

So little was truly known about Oridin. Lavinia had never seemed interested enough to investigate his possible heritage. The only one who took the time to get to know him was Esme, and right now she had mixed emotions about him going on this assignment to Pride on Lavinia’s behalf. Though she had passed on her concerns, Oridin appeared relaxed and even happy to go wandering into the Kingdom of Pride. He went as far to say that he would face any dangers head on, with the hope of returning with ease. Either way, he assured Esme he’d come back regardless. Esme had to admire his courage, and conviction with each passing word, but that didn’t ease the worry in the back of her mind. The pair trudged along together, making their way back from the dead forest and into the more magical setting of the main village. Lavinia’s cottage, which was a simple single storied thatched building made from mud and stone sat in the midst of a beautiful garden that contained not just wildflowers, but also an array of herbs and spices that were handy in many different types of spells.

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Opening the hinge timber gate, Esme pushed on through and continued up the path. Lavinia’s library was at the back of the cottage, and they needed to pass through the living area and then down a corridor, once inside the cottage.

Esme’s heart warmed a little, to know that Oridin would miss her for all the time he was away. The young apprentice had found him to be more than just a good friend, but a confidant as well. The many afternoons laying in the wide fields and talking about their latest spells and potions, always made her feel at ease….it was one of the rare chances she had to truly be herself, without her aunt’s sometimes overshadowing control.

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Passing Esme’s own little bedroom that was not far off from the library, Esme stopped and then went inside to get something from her small treasure box. Whether Oridin stopped to watch her, she did not know but when she found the trinket, she closed her box and set it back on her dresser, before coming back out again.

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“Here…” In her outstretched hand, there was a small broach in the shape of a dragon. It was silver in colour, but when you turned it in the light, the scales of the dragon changed to a swirl of colours…all like a rainbow. “it belonged to….my Father. I want you to wear it and if you are ever in trouble…think of me.” Was there a spell attached to it? It was possible. Esme stared at Oridin and then closed her own fingers over his hand if he took the broach.

“Now…the library.” Having done as much as she could think to help him, she showed him through to where Lavinia kept all of her books.

“It’s a bit dusty in here. Sad to say, I don’t usually come in here if I can help it.” She stood at the door and watched Oridin enter.

~RB~

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– Oridin followed his friend into the cottage upon arrival ; he would stop for several moments here and there to take some self observant notes about the place as he was curious about the nature of the area they were in . Very much so that Esme would be able to go to her room without him noticing as he looked around the cottage interior until she approached him with an item of value –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you for this item , I’ll take very good care of it . ”

– When she mentioned that it’d be best to think of her during times of trouble he took the sign as a gesture and he’d smile ; nodding back at her as if telling her he understood. He was a bit flustered and didn’t know what words to say , that much could be seen by the nature of his reaction to her . When Esme had showed the direction to the library Oridin’s jaw slowly opened as he stared , his eyes glowing with interest and fascination about the knowledge that these books may very well have.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” So. Much. Books !!! ”

 

Dispelling myths – BC.

Finding answers in the City Library was proving harder than first thought.  One book would be borrowed and given to Selina, but Joel knew that the search would have to continue if they were to trace her family in this time period.

Scene setting : The City Library – Blood City.

Co-written with Gene and Temp.

 

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The contents were a list of names of supernaturals: vampires, fairies, ghosts, shape shifters, demons and more. Over half of these Ava hadn’t heard of; it was obvious the book was a collection of races which existed and didn’t exist, though Ava wasn’t sure which ones were real. She came to a halt when she found Witches. Flicking to the page number, Ava began to read.

The book began with what Witches were – as if the reader didn’t know what they were – and then moved onto how Witches are perceived: old hags, young maidens, demonic creatures in human form. It brought a smile to her face to see how the book mocked the perceptions others had about Witches. Eventually, the chapter became more serious: its description of Witches was pretty accurate. They pretty much the same as humans, the book described, with the addition of magical abilities. It was unfortunate Ava had made the decision to skim read; there simply wasn’t enough time to read the whole chapter. Luckily enough, a few pages in, the book moved onto the history of Witches. Some accounts of the race were probably folk lore; Ava did not mind. After all, the author had to include some humour to keep the reader engaged. It was until she came to part where Witches in the twelfth century she began to read.
Her reading was disrupted by the intrusion of Joel.

The only indication of her irritation, at what he said, was that she folded her left arm and sighed slightly.

“I don’t think we’d get any real facts on Witches since no one really knows they exist. We’ll only find rumors and myths in these books,” Ava looked over to Selina, who was sitting down. “The archives might help,” The amount of times her history teacher had voiced his fascination with the archives was far too much. “If we knew her last name, maybe we might see them in the archives,”

 

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Joel figured Ava was not to pleased with what the Teacher had said. She was doing the best she could to find some clue to Selina’s origin and what led her to be in this time, but trying to find that in a book of myths might not have been the best place to start. A book like this one needs to be studied at length for hours, not a matter of minutes. Joel himself should have known that. As Ava concluded that whoever wrote the book did so from a skeptic’s point of view, or perhaps a human’s, then it would be classified as myth not fact. Thankfully, Ava was a bright child and had a better idea of where to look, since the book currently offered no substantial leads.

“The archives might help.”

“They might indeed, Miss Blackbane.”

“If we knew her last name, maybe we might see them in the archives.”

Thinking for a moment, when Joel and Ava were back at the Peach cafe, they had made introductions, and he recalled what Selina had said. “Her surname is Shamandalie. Selina Shamandalie.”

So this was the name that they would be searching for. Joel gave Ava’s back a light pat, and to lift her spirits hopefully, he added. “Good thinking.” Joel didn’t give out praise often. “But I think we might borrow this book. If not just for the simple fact there might be something in there that triggers Selina’s memory. Who knows, she might be able to dispel a few myths for us, hmm?”

Joel turned his head to check on Selina, who was now swinging her legs back and forth and sucking on one of his mints. Least the child priestess knew how to behave in a Library.

 

~RB~

 

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Closing the book, Ava was unable to hide her smile when Joel praised her. She nodded, in thanks, and was about to ask Joel to put the book back where it originally was – as its home was too high for Ava to reach; hopefully, the man would not notice this, unless it was very observant – until he advised that they should borrow the book for Selina.

“Okay,” Ava nodded; she removed her purse from her leather jacket and fumbled around for her cards until she came to her library one. “I’ll go take this book out,” She proceeded to walk away and head for the counter.
As she approached the counter, gave her library card, and asked to take the book out, she recalled the name Joel had said. Selina Shamandalie; the surname rang no bells. Perhaps it was a good thing. If the family still existed, who knows what they’d be doing? They’d be Witches – that’s for sure – but would they be good or bad? As quickly as the questions arose, Ava dismissed them. Now was not the right time.

Taking her card and book, she picked up the bags she had left near her seat – as Ava didn’t want anything to take any of the contents – then returned to maze of bookshelves, searching for Selina and Joel.

Upon finding them, she’d ask, “Where are the archives…?” Ava was almost too embarrassed to ask. Would they be treasured in the library or elsewhere? She had no clue about such things and maybe it was good she didn’t. After all, one would except someone of Ava’s age to not care about such things.

 

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Joel watched Ava take the book over to the counter to take out, using her library card. While it didn’t have the answers that they sought straight up, it could be useful down the track. The teacher made his way back over to where Selina was sitting, and reached out to ruffle her hair in an affectionate manner. He normally was not like this as he only mixed with students during working hours at the school. He had a younger sister at home, who was now too old to play games with, though they were still pretty close. She was one of the few people that understood Joel. You could say that they had a very special bond. Joel had not given much forethought in how they were going to help the girl beyond finding out if she had any living relations, or even if they could find people that were….well, her kind. The teacher didn’t even know where to look, in this day and age. Though his research into the occult, which he never thought he would come to use; might be of help to the child Priestess.

“Ava is just borrowing a book that we might need.” The teacher offered, right as Ava returned and asked where the archives might be. Joel thought for a moment, and then he raised a finger as the answer struck him. “The Hall of public records. It’s near the city council chambers. A bus ride from here.”

The Hall of public records was a government funded facility that held documents, certificates newspaper articles and classified documents, that only were released under the freedom of information act one hundred years after they were sealed.

Joel picked up his satchel and threaded it over his arm to rest the strap on his shoulder.

“Come on, we’ve pretty well exhausted the search here. Next stop, the Hall of records.”

 

~RB~

 

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“Hall of Public Records?” The name was familiar to Ava, however she had never been there. Why would she? Such a place would be a bore to any 16 year old. It did make sense that the archives would be stored there. Despite the name, Ava pretty much knew not everything would be public. There would be secret documents – information the Council wouldn’t want anyone to find out – within some part of the building. Or was Ava being too naïve? Would the Council hide things of importance in the Hall of Public Records? It was where Ava would expect them to be stored – that or the Town Hall. Though, the truths about the City might not be placed in either location for the very reason people would assume they’d be there.

Ava held the book out to Selina, “Perhaps it’ll be useful to you. Page 432. That’s the section on Witches,” When Selina took the book; Ava would pick up her bags. She checked her watch. It was noon, almost evening. Before nightfall, Ava hoped they’d discover at least something else about Selina. Where would the girl stay? Joel was the likely solution as Ava’s parents would never allow Selina stay the night.

Her phone buzzed and Ava pulled it out. Her mother was calling her. Swiftly, she muted the call and nodded to indicate she was ready; time to catch the bus.

 

Temp: Joel and Ava were certainly determined to assist her, which was something that she greatly appreciated. Selina also knew that Tallulah appreciated the assistance that she was being granted, though it didn’t really benefit her at all. If it were up to Tallulah she would turn Selina back into her true self for awhile, but she knew that this version of Selina wanted no part in that. Being split between two very different personalities wasn’t easy, nor was it easy to maintain. It was a constant stress on Selina’s body and soul, as well as Tallulah’s. However, it was inevitable that Selina’s true self would soon make an appearance, but for how long would she be present? That mostly depended on the severity of the situation. So far she had not been threatened, but the moment that she was…things could go very bad. That was all yet to be seen though, so for now Selina and Tallulah would rely on Joel and Ava. She happily took the book that was offered to her and picked up Tallulah from the table, then pushed herself out of her seat and started following the two. Apparently they were off to yet another location.

 

 

The Child Priestess – BC.

Selina offers up more information about her past.  Could something so fanciful be true?

Scene setting : The City Library – Blood City.

Co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

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There was no mistaking the look on Ava’s face. Or the fact that she blurted the question that Selina was a witch not once but twice. The good thing was she was managing to keep her voice low enough to not cause further unwanted attention. The teacher’s eyes darted from Selina and back to Ava who was truly having a great deal of trouble with this startling revelation. It was when Ava accepted this news, that Joel got her full attention. She believed. Most girls her age would be arguing how it was the stuff of make believe, fantasy and fiction. Yet, here she was….ready to believe. ~Interesting.~

“Okay. The Back Halo,” It was if she knew more than she was letting on. Joel had no idea what the Black Halo was or even meant, but Ava was mulling it over, as though she might be able to make a connection. Instead of going further, she questioned what Joel thought about how they might track down witches in something like public records. Surely they would hide, she added.

“No doubt they would try to hide themselves from public scrutiny. But they were still part of the society of the day, and so there would be records of their existence, if only by the surname. We could possibly trace them through census or even gazette clippings. If they had that back then.” Joel offering Selina a smile as he said this.

The Teacher placed his hand gently upon Selina’s shoulder and said. “I’m afraid I am unfamiliar with the Black Halo, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t find out more about it. Even if it is regarded as superstition.” He shot Ava a look and then said. “We need to find the earliest books of settlement in the district. Who the leading family was at the time.”

This was turning into a hunt for the existence of witches, not only in the past…..but in the present.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Selina kind of figured that neither of them knew what The Black Halo was, so their lack of knowledge was expected. She knew damn well that everything from her past was dead and gone, and that she had to accept it. The thoughts of the past were interrupted by the mention of her being a Witch. It seemed to be a very unexpected thing judging by their reactions. “I am the High Priestess, and all that remains…” Her Grimoire was no longer hushing her or stopping her from revealing anything, as the fact she was a Witch was now out there. The only comforting thing she could find was the fact that neither of them took out a torch to burn her with.

 

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Joel’s instructions were clear. With him being older – and therefore, far more intelligent – he knew what to look for and where to look for it. Ava turned on her heels, pausing when she saw the section they were in: history. Here might be a good place to start searching. Ava wasn’t concerned with what they would find; instead, she knew the knowledge would benefit her. She was more concerned with how long it’d take them. As the whole conversation regarding Witches subsided, Ava managed to put on a masquerade of calmness. Never – in one day – had she undergone the state of shock so many times.

It was a pity she’d enter the state once more when Selina revealed she was the High Priestess of this Black Halo coven. This time, Ava managed to control herself. All she did was look at Selina, blink twice, then look away. She wanted to think it was impossible that the girl could be a High Priestess; Selina was short, she appeared meek and almost powerless; she seemed like a child.

“Should I look at history books, then?” Ava asked Joel, not wanting to go off and come back, realising she had been going through the wrong books.

 

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The Teacher held his breath a moment, when Ava asked if she should be looking at the history books in that section. The weight of Selina’s words was still being felt. According to her, she was the High Priestess of the Black halo coven. That would have been a person of great power and significance. Yet her appearance showed her to be barely a child. A child that clutched a cat toy as though her very life depended on it. Joel thought for a second, as his hand absently caressed the side of his leather satchel, that contained a very old and special tome. It was not one that belonged to the library, nor did he wish to take it out again….not yet. Especially not now. As much as he wanted to help this young girl….this Witch; there was some things that he was still trying to learn and they were in that very book in his possession.

“Look under the history of the occult in the city. They should have something.” Joel’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, only turning his head slowly, to jerk it in the direction in which to find it. He hoped that Ava would simply do as she was told, rather than argue.

Turning his attentions back to Selina, he cast his eyes down at the cat plushie she held. Could this be something of importance to her magic? He decided to ask.

“So….if you are really a High Priestess, then maybe you can explain the toy. I know you have spoken to it a few times. Is it cursed as well?”

Joel was no fool. He had begun to study the girl from the moment that she entered the Peach Cafe, and nothing escaped his attention. He waited with a raised brow for her reaction. It was not like he was trying to take it from her, but more to understand its significance.

~RB~

 

 

The Black Halo – BC.

 

The mystery of Selina’s past was slowly coming to light.  Joel and Ava would need to do more however to help the girl.  Did the Library hold the clues?

Scene setting : The City Library – Blood City.

Co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

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Joel kept his composure as the young girl before him was practically falling apart. The shock at his words, that she was now in a time that was six centuries from her own, had her tearful and visibly upset. It was hard for even the Teacher to comprehend, but the truth was she was not of this era. Now, she couldn’t possibly be a time traveler if she didn’t know what century she was even in. This was why Joel asked her what the last thing she remembers. It could give clues as to who she was…or what.

“What doth I remember? Blood…Dark…and death…the death of mine coven…mine family.”

~Coven?….Dark?….Blood? The death of her family.~

Joel’s eyes widened at this. If what she was saying was true, then Selina was a witch. The teacher opened his mouth as though to say something but then quickly snapped it shut when he saw that Ava was seated out of ear shot, and had the attention of a male just across from her. He was unsure if the male worked at the library, or was a student. Joel didn’t recall him from the school or any of the neighboring shopping districts. Either way, he didn’t feel like explaining everything to a stranger, if the chap should try and engage conversation with them.

Thankfully, Ava headed over and motioned for the pair to follow her deeper into the Library. This wasn’t a bad idea, as Joel had already formulated a plan to find out EXACTLY who Selina was.

As the trio walked through the aisles of books, Joel said to Ava.

“We need to find out if there is anything here in the public records of a fifteenth century family of witches. A coven, in this very city.”

Joel was sure, that if they got more evidence of the existence of a coven, or Selina’s family, it may well have clues as to what happened to the family, and more importantly how Selina was here in this time, as though she had awoken from a curse.

Looking down at Selina thoughtfully, Joel tried to reassure her. “We are going to find your family in this age, and hopefully, they will be able to look after you. Surely, there are descendants.”

There had to be.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Selina had remained in her fragile state since the moment she started crying. At first she had no idea what the tears were for, but the facts slowly bled forth from her true self. Everything she had ever loved and held dear had been taken away from her. Her coven, her family, all burned, brutalized, murdered…but why did she remain? That fact wasn’t brought forth from her true self, unfortunately. All she really knew in this form were the things she was allowed to know, which meant a lot of answers were sealed away from her. This was most likely due to her awakened self not wanting to be further suppressed due to some kind of sensitive information. The one thing her awakened self had no control over was outsiders and their influence. Joel seemed determined to find information on her and her past, while Ava’s motives remained uncertain. She looked up at Joel with that same sad expression, her eyes dropping less tears now than before. “The Black…Halo…” The three words had been bouncing about her head wildly ever since she first lost control, and had been taken over by her true form. Was this the name of her coven? It seemed important to her when she spoke it, so surely it held some sort of importance.

 

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It did not occur to Ava that the conversation between Joel and Selina might have been of importance. Though, her need to calm down seemed to be more important. As the three walked, Ava opened her mouth to ask what they had spoken about; however Joel seemed to have other things on his mind. After hearing him, her mouth snapped shut.

Witches? Coven? This was all too familiar; Ava wasn’t even sure if there was a coven in the city – well if there was a coven currently in the city. She gave Selina a horrified look when Joel reassured her.

“You’re a witch?” Luckily, her tone was more hushed than before. Her eyes weren’t full of disbelief. Instead, they were full of shock. It made sense, which was the worst part for Ava. Magic might be able to explain Selina’s origins. With each step, her acceptance of the fact that Selina came from the fifteenth century sunk in. Was she immortal? Were there even immortality spells? If so, Ava hadn’t encountered any.

“You’re a witch…” Ava repeated what she had said, expect it was a statement, “Okay. The Back Halo,” She chewed the inside of her cheek and nodded. The name was unfamiliar to her.
“What makes you think we’ll find anything to do with Witches, especially public records? Wouldn’t they hide themselves?” Witches had many stories dedicated to them; many of the recent ones were born after the period where Witch hunts were popular. Since then and now, Witches became nothing more than stories or superstition.

 

Blood, Dark and Death – BC.

 

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.

 

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“Fifteenth century?!”

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.”

~RB~

 

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.

 

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“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.

“Yes.”

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.

Stranger than fiction – BC.

 

Joel was sure he was on the right track with his thoughts on Selina.  Taking her to the Library, along with Ava, the truth is about to be revealed.

Scene setting : The City Library – Blood City.

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Making sure that their new companion didn’t attract anymore unwanted attention, Joel escorted Ava and Selina to the City Library, which was actually a fair way from the shopping and cafe district. Thankfully, most of the pedestrians were too busy flicking through their smart phones to both to look up and see what was right in front of their noses. This was exactly what Joel was counting on. Society had changed and sadly for the worse. Though there were a select few that held on tightly to the old ways. Joel walked with a distinct strut, his attire allowing him ease of movement. It was almost as though he had a regal air, but he was the son of commoners and not one of high station – though he taught at the prestigious school of the rich and affluent. The young teacher was keen to light another cigarette, but remembered that his companions might not take to kindly to the offending smoke. So, he buried that thought deep as he walked along briskly.

“It’s not much farther.” In a way keeping the girls attention towards him and not those that they passed. There was a good reason why he chose the library to learn more about their new friend. The building itself was a couple of hundred years old, and it was a great source of history and archives of the by gone eras. A place that Joel felt that there may be answers to his own unasked questions.

Turning the corner, the imposing sight of the building gave cause for Joel to smile, though it was a fairly thin one. How many times had been here, he simply lost count. A place of solitude to those that wished to lose themselves in the many tomes on the dusty shelves. It was not a place for those that were all about money and possessions. The only thing you would get here was knowledge, something that Joel had craved all his life.

Reaching the large oak doors that had been carved by a true master of carpentry, Joel pulled the left door open and stood back to allow the two young girls to enter.

“After you.” His voice polite, yet serious.

Once the girls had entered, he stood in behind them and waited for their reactions. Had either of them been here before? He imagined that Ava hadn’t, for she simply didn’t appear to be a little book worm. Selina on the other hand, may have. In order to get the ball rolling, Joel walked around and then crouched before the young girl with the cat plushie and asked.

“This is a place that will help us I think. But I do have one question. What year is this?”

Her answer would help guide him to the right books.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Selina had once again examined her surroundings during the walk from the Cafe to the Library. This was something she had done beforehand, but she found herself doing once more regardless. This era was so much different than what she remembered that seeing something once simply wasn’t enough. Any looks she might have received from passersby went unnoticed due to her fascination with the city. Eventually the three arrived at the Library, and she was led inside by Joel. The building was quite old from the looks of it, but she wasn’t quite sure if it felt familiar or not. It definitely felt a lot closer to who she was than the rest of the city, that much was certain. Upon Joel crouching before her and questioning her, she found herself a bit lost. What year was this? “This is still the fifteenth centu-…” Her sentence would go incomplete due to a sudden shock she felt from her Grimoire. Apparently Tallulah didn’t want Selina sharing that information. Normally she would go with the advice of the Grimoire, but this time it was different. Tallulah seemed scared or worried about this time period for some reason. “Century…is it not?” This time there was no response from her Grimoire, for whatever reason. Selina knew that some time had passed by, but surely it was still within the same century…right?

 

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As the trio left the café, Joel led the way whilst Ava trailed behind Selina. She looked to those they passed; however it seemed they were too busy with technology to notice something not in the norm. Ava had a phone too, though she spent little time on it. Most people used their phone to communicate with one another, play games or just browse the internet. For the first, Ava had little friends. As for the second and third, Ava wasn’t much of a gamer and her phone had no internet. Her parents didn’t want her to be distracted; Ava quickly realised they simply didn’t want her to learn more about the City. Her natural curiosity allowed her to pursue such knowledge from other sources. Ava recognised the route to the library; it was one she took many times.

Finally, the library came into view. With little interest, she looked to it. The impact the building once had on her had long gone. Ava entered, whispering thanks to Joel. Her reaction to the library was pretty dull. When she was younger, she had come here many times, mainly to gain knowledge about Witchcraft. She only found the history of it, but it wasn’t what she was looking for. Ava wanted to see if there were more spell books. There wasn’t any in the library. After her disappointment, she hardly came here; only if there was a school project and she needed to do some research, then she’d journey to the library.

When Joel posed his question to Selina, her answer shocked Ava.
“Fifteenth century?!” She exclaimed; the librarian sent her a disgusting look and shushed her. Ava bit down on her lip, her face reddening. Was Selina delusional? This was the 21st century; her answer really did invoke deep thoughts. What was truly going on?