Prompt: The library was still, the once lively dust motes now motionless. Two familiar foes faced each other in silence, their shadows cast by the flickering firelight. The room was shrouded in twi-light, the weak glow from the fireplace barely enough to reveal the scattered books and the shades of stone that covered the floor.
In the center of the room sat a young girl, her gaze locked onto her opponent's deep brown eyes. As she contemplated the nature of patience, she couldn't help but marvel at the power of the written word. Books, the embodiment of intelligence and will, patiently waiting to be read and spark the imagination, to inspire and change worlds.
The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the soft crackling of the fire. Half a candle had burned since the last movement, each passing moment bringing the two warriors closer to the brink of victory. They were weightless, their silent steps over the flowers and stones on the floor drawing them closer to their goal. The excitement of movement had given way to the simple anticipation of triumph.