Dust collected everywhere as far as one could see, spider webs wove loosely around the corners of the structure. Busted lamps hung from the ceiling and braided wires were embedded into the cracked walls. The ground was littered with dirt, books and torn paper. All that was heard were the faint batch of shuffling feet in a distance and the low screech of chairs scraping against the wooden floor. It seemed that there were hardly any people inside the library, although the place was entirely made for mages to study and research more about magic. He wondered if the mages in Fiore weren’t that serious enough in their jobs. The librarian sat at the help desk, almost too bored to be in the library as if she had been waiting to get out of the place as soon as possible.
There were rows and rows of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots and sections arranged in alphabetical order. Housed in that tiny, cloistered space was a melody that the library branded its own – the soft flip of pages and the flop of books from cover to cover, his shoes scratching against the carpet, making idle taps atop the wooden floorboards, and thick silence that organized the blend of elements far too nicely for his own good. ”…What am I doing here?”, he mumbled, idly glossing his fingers over the dips of the rowed books, feeling the textures of their spines. But there, cornered under but a prickle of light was a girl, focused onto a book she had in her hands and when she noticed his appearance, she would turn into his direction, her eyes slightly wide.
The features of her face were hidden behind those thick frames of her glasses and when she caught him staring at her, the girl retreated a few steps back as if she was afraid of meeting people and scuttled away to her table. With nothing else to do, he walked over to the help desk where the librarian was sitting. ”Hmm, is there anything I can help?” The librarian looked up to him and a wave of colour flushed her cheeks upon seeing his appearance. The woman let out a cough and lifted her spectacles up onto the bridge of her nose and began, ”I’m glad you asked. There’s actually a task that has to be attended. If you’d like, I can hand it over to you.” The young man nodded, accepting the request without saying another word.