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Author: Melissa Wright
library. I suddenly found
myself getting up and heading toward the village, regardless of the
consequence.
I was back and forth the entire way to
town.
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t keep myself from doing
it.
What if I got caught?
Surely I could claim ignorance, I was pretty
sure the entire clan thought I was an imbecile.
Maybe I would just see how close I could
get…
And then I was there, standing in front of
the council building and walking in. I began to attempt stealth. It
was a poor endeavor but no one ever seemed to pay much attention to
me anyway. I casually leaned around a doorway to see into the next
room I needed. There was a small group of villagers talking in low
voices, I was trying to figure a way past without being noticed
when I overheard something that caught my attention.
“ Evelyn has been a model
citizen… doesn’t seem right…”
They were talking about Evelyn? My stomach
pulled as the worry from that day returned. I strained to hear but
could only pick out parts of the conversation.
“ Well on her way to becoming
a council member… if anyone should leave…”
“ Yes, but who can trust
him…”
“ Why can’t we simply banish…
who knows if the spells will even hold… dark magic can’t be
trusted…”
I was furiously trying to hear them, fully
irritated they were talking so low, and the harder I listened, the
more I perceived a dull, buzzing hum. And then, at once, the group
began to scratch at themselves feverishly; a forearm, a stomach,
and a face. Each wore an uncomfortable, even frightened, expression
as they hurried out of the room in a tight formation into an inner
council chamber.
I was considering how strange they'd acted as
I made my way through the now vacant room, but quickly switched to
concern when I spotted the library door, unsure if there would be a
protection spell on the entry. I walked right through without any
obvious repercussions and assumed that, with so many council
members around, they must not have thought it necessary.
The council library was overwhelming. It
housed copies of all the books in the village library as well as
hundreds more that were too delicate or important for public use.
And if you believed Fannie’s theories, they held secret documents
here as well, things they didn’t want commonly known.
It was empty apart from me but I found a
shelf to hide behind, just in case, as I laid out the documents on
the floor and worked to decipher the letters and numbers. I noticed
each of the pages included the letters C and A. I examined the
shelves in front of me. The sections seemed to be arranged by
groups and each shelf divided by categories within that group, so I
walked the library searching for a section marked for either of
those characters. I was about to give up, they didn’t seem to be on
any wall, when I noticed some encased shelves in the center of the
room. I checked the small section, found it was C, and had no
problem locating shelf A.
I was thinking how easy it
had been as I slid my fingers across the books on that shelf. I
felt a tingle as I crossed a thin section of pages bound together.
I slid them out just as I became aware of some sort of commotion...
that sounded like it was getting closer. No, not a tingle
indicating what I was looking for, it was a protection spell. I ran.
As I shot through the rooms, all I could
think of was not getting caught. I shoved the pages under my shirt
before I made it through the last door. The village was crowded
with dancing elves, oblivious to my horror. The protection spell
must have only alerted council. I ran from town and pushed through
the brush at the edge of the village, taking the shortest direction
out of the boundaries. I kept running until I became winded and
then hastily searched for some kind of shelter. I burrowed deep in
a briar patch and struggled to catch my breath. I wrenched the wad
of papers from under my shirt, buried them in the soil beside me,
and then waited
myself getting up and heading toward the village, regardless of the
consequence.
I was back and forth the entire way to
town.
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t keep myself from doing
it.
What if I got caught?
Surely I could claim ignorance, I was pretty
sure the entire clan thought I was an imbecile.
Maybe I would just see how close I could
get…
And then I was there, standing in front of
the council building and walking in. I began to attempt stealth. It
was a poor endeavor but no one ever seemed to pay much attention to
me anyway. I casually leaned around a doorway to see into the next
room I needed. There was a small group of villagers talking in low
voices, I was trying to figure a way past without being noticed
when I overheard something that caught my attention.
“ Evelyn has been a model
citizen… doesn’t seem right…”
They were talking about Evelyn? My stomach
pulled as the worry from that day returned. I strained to hear but
could only pick out parts of the conversation.
“ Well on her way to becoming
a council member… if anyone should leave…”
“ Yes, but who can trust
him…”
“ Why can’t we simply banish…
who knows if the spells will even hold… dark magic can’t be
trusted…”
I was furiously trying to hear them, fully
irritated they were talking so low, and the harder I listened, the
more I perceived a dull, buzzing hum. And then, at once, the group
began to scratch at themselves feverishly; a forearm, a stomach,
and a face. Each wore an uncomfortable, even frightened, expression
as they hurried out of the room in a tight formation into an inner
council chamber.
I was considering how strange they'd acted as
I made my way through the now vacant room, but quickly switched to
concern when I spotted the library door, unsure if there would be a
protection spell on the entry. I walked right through without any
obvious repercussions and assumed that, with so many council
members around, they must not have thought it necessary.
The council library was overwhelming. It
housed copies of all the books in the village library as well as
hundreds more that were too delicate or important for public use.
And if you believed Fannie’s theories, they held secret documents
here as well, things they didn’t want commonly known.
It was empty apart from me but I found a
shelf to hide behind, just in case, as I laid out the documents on
the floor and worked to decipher the letters and numbers. I noticed
each of the pages included the letters C and A. I examined the
shelves in front of me. The sections seemed to be arranged by
groups and each shelf divided by categories within that group, so I
walked the library searching for a section marked for either of
those characters. I was about to give up, they didn’t seem to be on
any wall, when I noticed some encased shelves in the center of the
room. I checked the small section, found it was C, and had no
problem locating shelf A.
I was thinking how easy it
had been as I slid my fingers across the books on that shelf. I
felt a tingle as I crossed a thin section of pages bound together.
I slid them out just as I became aware of some sort of commotion...
that sounded like it was getting closer. No, not a tingle
indicating what I was looking for, it was a protection spell. I ran.
As I shot through the rooms, all I could
think of was not getting caught. I shoved the pages under my shirt
before I made it through the last door. The village was crowded
with dancing elves, oblivious to my horror. The protection spell
must have only alerted council. I ran from town and pushed through
the brush at the edge of the village, taking the shortest direction
out of the boundaries. I kept running until I became winded and
then hastily searched for some kind of shelter. I burrowed deep in
a briar patch and struggled to catch my breath. I wrenched the wad
of papers from under my shirt, buried them in the soil beside me,
and then waited