“Why am I not surprised you brought me to the library.” The Knight remarked as they crossed the threshold into the circular room. The library wasn’t terribly large, and was housed in a small spire of the castle. It had 5 small windows that let in enough light to make the room useable during the day without any candles. A quick glance to the Desk and Hy was thankful the sun shone now as all that littered the wooden furniture piece were melted stubs.
In truth, the library had been where Hy-Brasil had spent a large portion of her time trying to learn about her Wonder and past. Those stubs were her own, things she had toted along with her on nights she spent here researching. So, the fact Casheel brought her here of all places was a surprise. There couldn’t have been many books she didn’t touch, though, in truth, there were many she couldn’t even decipher. Maybe that was where her answer was hidden?
Cashel looked at her and raised a brow. “Where else could information be found.” He wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t like there was internet access here. Not that Cashel even knew what that was, Hy mused.
A book, better described as a tome by the size of it, laid on a small table next to the desk. IT’s cover was barely in tact, the pages heavily yellowed due to time. The woman recognized it immediately as one of the tomes she’d been unable to decipher and tucked away to the side so long ago. It was this book that Cashel drew her attention to with a gesture of his hand.
“I found this.” He remarked. “A tincture that is written to ‘Scare away one's inner demons’. I think this could be what we need to help you.” He ran a hand over his thick beard. “I am worried about you. With how much contact you’ve had with them I am not sure what sort of effects their presence will have on you.”
Frowning, Hy walked over to the book. “I am fine now though. And it’s been two years.”
He shook his head. “I believe you were being protected. In a sort of stasis. It wasn’t perfect though. As I mentioned before, your sleep wasn’t completely interrupted. It was clear that dark dreams haunted you.”
Sighing, Hy leaned braced her arms on either side of the table as she looked over the tomes that had been left open to a page that appeared to have a list of some sort on it. “So are you going to help me translate this?” She asked.
“I’ve already have it translated. I can read it to you to copy down.” He paused a moment. “This isn’t going to be easy, my dear. There’s a lot to this. You will need assistance as well to gather everything you’ll need.”
A derisive laugh escaped her. “What else can I do at this point? Right now it’s all I have.”
Cashel nodded, his eyes fixed on the Knight who continued to stare down at the page as if willing it into her own mind. “We’ll fix this.”
A shuddering breath. “Right.”
“After we deal with this we will need to tackle the Sidhe. They can’t be left to roam around as they have been. They will only continue to cause problems and another exposure could prove irreparable for you.” The old Knight watched his successor carefully.
“Oh, those bastards are going to get what’s coming to them. They’ve done a spectacular job of ******** up my life.” Venom tinged her tone as she turned to her ancestor, blue eyes threatening to unleash tears from her angered glare. “This I can promise.”
Cashel nodded. “Well, no better time than the present. Let’s get you that translation. I believe you left some paper in the drawer over there as well as graphite.”
A laugh escaped Hy as she pushed away from the table, a hand smoothed back her abundant red locks. “It’s called a pen, Cashel. A pen and pencil.”
The old Knight huffed. “Same thing, just a different name. Just go fetch it girl. We best do this before it grows too dark to see.”
Hy did as she was told, fetching her needed utensils. She set herself back at the desk, blowing hard at the layer of dust that had gathered on the wooden top. Coughing she waved her hand as the dust lifted into the air. The rays of sun peeking through the window reveals the amount of offending material that floated into the air in front of her. She placed her paper down, a black inked pen perched in her fingers. “Alright Cashel. Get to translating.”
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