Thread: [Xnarrated x Lagertha]: Magraa, and the Book of Whispers

Books, on top of Books, on top of Books. There was never anything overly exotic about the library, or the cast of books they had. Each book felt more or less the same same binder, same white pages, same cookie cutter titles. It was just a library after all, one that had been used by the same people for many many years and would be used by similar people for many many years. Which brought the question..why was she being shown a library she had known her entire life at the academy? A tour of a library she had known since a child, books all the way up to the ceiling, a grumpy set of librarians glaring at the group of young adults as they ventured inside. Perhaps this was some form of joke the teacher was making, trying to egg the students to read more, but it was not like she was overly buying any of it. In fact, she had probably read majority of the books on one section of the wall in the four years she had spent in here. Still, she had came to the library with her friends, one being the teacher Ms. Flower, whose class she loved to attend about literature. There's a section over here you won't believe. Ms. Flower had been so delighted to bring them here, and this was how it had all began. A tour of the same library. The section she had shown the group was in the far back, behind lock guarded doors. No normal guards stood watch over this end of the library, instead electronic machines stood where human ones might have been. Scan of the wrist, scan of an eye, the doors unlock to another side of the library, one that she had overlooked her entire life. Low and behold stood the fragile books, tethered frames, names in languages she couldn't understand. Fascinated, the girl found herself skimming the books, before finding a section in the dark part of the library she enjoyed. These books, were all in languages she should not have been able to read, ones that have never been discovered. Yet, in this section, the letters appeared to her, changing and moving to form words in her language, allowing her to read them freely. It was only the start to everything. The more books she read, the more things got stranger, but the strangest part of all of it was reading a book, the same book time and time again for a month and..waking up in it? Kadria...is she lost in that book again? Kadria!!!! A boy was by her ear, screaming, waving his hands, but her face was planted firmly between the pages reading it. Isnt that one of the books Ms. Flowers showed us in the special section of the library? The boy was only a year younger than her, fifteen, but he seemed to be fixated on getting Kadrias attention. He pulled on her pigtails, his dark hands a contrast with her white hair. Kadria! Sodi! Stop that! Ms. Flowers spoke up, walking over to the two in the front corner of the room. Kadria always sat in front, Sodi always behind her flinging things at her head. Ms. Flowers had just entered the classroom, and swatted at Sodis hands. That is not how proper gentlemen should act! Ms. Flowers pushed up her glasses, straightening her dress. Kadria seemed to be in her own world, not paying any attention to the matter. Hes just a boy Ms. Flowers! No girl in their right mind would ever go near him! Reet spoke up, a girl with long black hair that flowed freely. She was known for picking fights, and she had been held back a few years. She knocked Sodi on the head, hard enough to send the boy tumbling back. Reet was seventeen. Why not pick on a girl your own size Sodi? Reet was behind Kadria, punching Sodis arms as Ms. Flowers grumbled. The books she had in her hands, she flung on the desk next to Kadria forcing Kadrias eyes off the text. That is enough out of the both of you! To your seats! Sodi! Back of the class! Ms. Flowers face, once freckled and white light snow, light up red like a fire. Her teeth were barred in annoyance, and Kadria only raised a white brow. Kadria should still return that book! Isnt it forbidden? Sodi hollered as some of the other boys pushed him to the back of the class. Kadrias pale face twisted, her school uniform crinkling as she watched him. He had dyed his hair white, a scar on his left eye where Reet had also poked it out of the socket, and he had grown almost double the size over the summer. Is it true? Kadria finally spoke up, looking at Ms. Flowers. Should I return the book? Kadria had found the book by mistake in that library. It had been in a section no one had seemed to venture for centuries. Yet. The moment she had picked up the book, it was though the words were speaking to her, and the book seemed to be mending itself overtime as she read it. No...you are fine. It felt as though something was wrong about Ms. Flowers saying this, but Kadria only smiled. She had already read half the book, and she was already an A student. Perhaps, had it been anyone else, Ms. Flowers might have told them to return it. Kadria often went to bed reading the book. Often, when she had rough times calming her brain, the book would lul her to sleep with her words. It, was an interesting thing. Talking about how a beast had been trapped inside its pages, how it had become to become such a thing. The world it describe seemed bleak and boring, yet there was something so interesting about it. The silence of the world. Often, she had trouble silencing her own thoughts. Though she had friends, she still felt quite alone at times. The book was in her arms, wrapped against her chest. Kadria had since changed into her pajamas, fluffy shorts with unicorns and rainbows, and a loose tank top that covered her firm breasts. Her long hair was down, though braided behind her hair, all makeup removed. Her lips were a pale brown, contrast against her ivory skin. Her brows were furrowed as she slept, curled up in a ball, dreaming about better things. She stirred, grumbling as she felt the talons against her skin. Often, her cat would claw at her face or arm to wake her, but Kadria had not been home in a very long time. Boarding school, was everything. She had been in that school since the age of seven, and now she was a girl of sixteen. True. Kadria had matured, had developed friendships, and had found partnerships with some of the teachers and staff, but she missed being close to someone or having a pet. Pets were allowed of course, but only with special permission, and Kadria had always been hoping to return home one day, so she might see her cat Muffins once more. Muffins Kadria smiled as he stood close, imagining her cat purring. His checkerboard face rubbing against hers as he mewed. No. She had not seen Muffins since she was little. No, not one of her family had come to visit. Materiach School of Tolerance. Everyone knew your family did not put you there to just become a working force of society. They put you there because thats where kids went when the parents wanted nothing to do with them. It was no surprise to her. Afterall her mother and father had stated several times they had never wanted her, that she had been the ruin of their relationship. Still, she clung to the idea of going home. Of being reunited with anyone, her cat, her grandmother. Though, last Kadria had seen her grandmother was too sickly to know her parents were shipping her off. Had the woman been well, she would have fought tooth and nail to keep Kadria. Muffins...Ive missed you. Kadria whispered as she yawned. In between sleep and awake. Kadria opened her eyes, the lids parting her black eyelashes. Her cheeks were rosey as she smiled, her left hand reaching forward as if to find a small head to scratch. It was then that his words graced her ears. Words that seemed to have spoken like the text in the book of a language she had never seen before. Ms. Flowers had probably thought the girl mad. Reading a book form a language long since dead. The words had formed, twisting, until she could read them like any other normal text. Still, when she had read, it was like a voice was there reading the text to her the more in depth it got. Her violet hues caught look of the creature and she jerked awake. A head bouncing against a wall, arms tense around the book. Her legs moved closer to her chest, protecting herself as she breathed heavily. No. This must have a been a dream. A very weird dream. Who are you? Kadrias brows furrowed, twitching. Her lip quivered. No, Muffins had not been the one to be so gentle, so close to her, it had been this man like thing with horns, tail, and golden skin. He was a man much not like Kadria had ever seen before. Not in magazines, or book covers, or in person. Handsome, stunning, exotic, and frightening was the thing that crotched before her. Where am I? Kadria finally spoke, only praying silently that she was dreaming. There was no way any of this could possibly make sense if it were real. Could it?