They signed the treaty papers today. My life is officially over, and is no longer my own. How can I be expected to marry someone I don’t even know? Mother says I will grow to like him, if not love him. It is the best for both of our groups. The Night Fall and Day Light groups have been at each other’s throats since before I was born. We are no longer in ancient times. I should be free enough to be with who I want. I should have a choice. I don’t understand how two simple marriages can change everything. People are not so easy to change after so many years of war. Jade my big sister seems fine with all of this and is ready to lead the people toward that change. She says it is our duty and must be done for the better of our future. She thinks that I am just young and stupid for wanting to follow my heart. Well that’s fine if she is okay with marrying not for love but that is not me. And I refuse to bow. We meet with the brothers next week when they come to visit. What I wouldn’t give to get out of meeting with them. It’s really too bad that we are home schooled; perhaps I could play sick and get out of seeing them for at least a day or two. Ugh to depressed now to go on. Hopefully I find some way out of this.
I reread over the first entry, ingraining each sentence into my mind. My eyes fill with tears as I caress the thing pages. The pages filled with my mother’s words. I shut the diary, reading the post-it note on top that simply says ‘Read Me’.
I look around the quiet room. Ghosts tread quietly through these dusty rooms. The library is stocked huge and small books piling around corners. While healing from my encounter with the Night Fall group I wandered the halls in search for answers. Or something to pass the time while being cooped up in this place. No matter how extravagant and huge the place was it still felt like a cage when one couldn’t go anywhere. I combed the halls and shelves for something that was a part of my parents. This is their house there should be something of theirs left. Something that could help guide me.
Someone must have seen what I searched for, and wanted answers. Someone left this here for me on purpose, but whom? Who would want to help me from afar and not come forward to help me personally?
I asked Natasha once about my parents when I first arrived here. She was less than forthcoming, though that could be because her and Quintan are super busy as of late. They are helping me with this rogue group, which I now call Eventide. It is a place where all and any are welcome despite which group one is born into. They help me keep up appearances since I have been unwell and don’t exactly know what I am doing.
I believe in this place whole heartedly, if I didn’t I would find some way to leave. Though we’re can I go, really? If I am found anywhere other than this place I could be captured and used by one group and killed by the other. Great time to be an heir. How did my life get so complicated? Although I suppose it always was so. Just never remembered it quite that way till lately.
“Alexia?” A loud voice yells from outside the library.
“Greta?” I yell back. My voice echoes back to me. Glancing around I quickly look for a spot to hide the diary. I had a feeling this was meant for my eyes only. Though what others would do with it I had no clue, and I’m not willing to risk it either.
“Where are you woman!?” She exasperates.
“Back here in the stacks.” I groan as I hide the diary behind some books on the lowest shelf near my studying area, that I have called my own.
Greta rounds the corner as I walk slowly back towards the desk, that I am working at. There were many other books strewn about. I pick them up organizing them and tidying up. Finding something for my hands to work with.
“What are you doing all the way back here? One could get lost in this place.”
“Wouldn’t that be a grand thing? To get lost in a place with all these stories to surround oneself with.” I smile.
“No. This place gives me the creeps.” She rubs her arms, and wraps them around herself.
“Well to me it is a calming place where I can come to think and get answers.”
“That is kind of why I am here. But first how are you feeling today?” Greta gives her a hard stare.
“Other than the black highlights I now have in my hair, that doesn’t seem to be going away, fine.” I reply honestly enough. Though I did pull a few long nights recently searching this place.
“It’s been a few weeks. I’m glad to see you doing so well.” She ducks and grabs one of the larger tombs that I held in my arms. “If you would fully rest you would have been better days ago.”
“Really. Do you really think the people are going to wait? They don’t already want answers?”
Greta sets the book down on the cluttered desk and focuses on the stack of books that the table held up. “Well Quintan did say he thought it would be best if you addressed everyone, and soon.”
“See. I knew that would happen. That is why I have been in here picking up on things I am going to have to know in order to help out more around here. I can’t rely on Natasha and Quintan for much longer.”
“True. I told him though that you had to be feeling one hundred percent better before you go up against the masses though.”
“Well I am, so now what?”
“He has them gathered in one of the meeting rooms and asked for me to bring you in if you were well enough.”
“Well then what are we waiting for?” I huff as I straighten the last few books. Hopefully they would be here when I came back and didn’t have to go hunt them all down again.
She smiles at me. “I am waiting for you to think better of this idea and to tell me you are still unwell.”
“What good would that do? These people aren’t going to go away. I am surprised they haven’t barged into my room yet and demand me to do my job. Also last I checked there is no one else willing to fill my spot, on a permanent basis.”
“Your mother and father set you up well. With reliable people. These people as well as I believe in their cause and by product their child. They have been waiting twenty-four years for you. They think they have been patient enough don’t you think.” She cocks her head in question.
I motion for her to go before me. “Then lead the way.”
Her mouth forms a thin line as she looks at me and nods in acceptance. She moves gracefully through the stacks, her plain dress moves back and forth in time with her steps.
I glance back at the diaries hidden spot. I bite my lip as my fingers itch to hold onto part of my mother again. I step away from the bookcase and stop there feeling a strong pull. My heart ached to leave her words behind.
“Are you coming?” Greta calls back.
I stride down the columns quickly to catch up. “Right behind you.”
Silence surrounds us as we turn the corners, twisting this way and that, in order to get back to the front of the library. I trail my fingers over the spines making a tapping noise on each of the spines, which my finger tips hit. Most of the books held here were stories or guides to something. It was a place to find all sorts of answers. Answers about what one could be where one originated from, and what one could do with their powers. Of course there were also sections that held more normal fiction books for some light reading. I mean this is a library, it should contain all sorts of books not just the factual ones. Yet still this place seemed to have secrets hidden of its own. As if the library had a mind of its own. Haunted by a past forgotten.
“You’re awfully quiet, back there.” Greta remarks as we spill out into the front of the library. A fireplace warms the room but doesn’t reach far into it.
I shrug my shoulders and realize she isn’t turned around to see it. “How man am I meeting with today?”
“All and any who could make it. Quintan opened it up for any who wanted to come.”
I come to a standstill right outside of the tall and heavy oak doors. “All of them.” I gasp.
“I saw quite a big crowd when I came here to find you. So quiet a few.”
“Can I change my answer on how I feel?”
She laughs out right. “I warned you. Quintan thought it best to get it over and done with though. People were getting on edge. So even if you did not show up he needed to address the people’s concerns.”
“So I guess it is too late to tell him that I do not approve of this kind of meeting. He didn’t even think to ask me how I would like to handle this.”
“He is talking with everyone now, handling things how he sees fit. If I go in there and tell him you are still not feeling well he will just make you do it some other day. Or find a worse way to address the masses.”
“True.” I sigh.