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He loved the library at sunset.. the harsh light coming through the slitted windows.. the shadows deepening between the stacks. Twas there, in the heart of the great beast he felt most at home.. surrounded by books.. by fact and fiction.. by truth and tale.
And yet, Something was wrong.
And yet this walk was different then most.. he was walking off steam. His dreamers just wouldn't sit still.. they were angry and in violent moods. Their dark glares rivaled some of the redcap half bloods he knew. Something wasn't right. He was teaching them to be bullies.. but he was teaching them to be smart about it.. ways to prank and trick and hurt without being caught. And yet today all they wanted to do was hit things.. talk about hitting things.. and hit eachother.
For a moment there he thought they were gonna come across the table at him.. and yet.. and yet their glamour was still strong. It was like a sugar high.. all sickly sweet in its richness..
And yet, Something was still wrong.
The note sat in his pocket.. the poem amazingly well written. The glamour of it holding him steady, keeping him grounded. Somewhere in those words was the secret to that spell.. a cryptic warning.
Gods he was curious about it though. He talked to the papers and memorized their true words. Maybe Edward and Del would have a better answer.. but.. but Edward isn't really to be trusted. He lied and betrayed us to the court.
The fates were silent on the matter. And if only he was better at Soothsay.. perhaps he could prod them into speaking.
And yet, Something was still wrong.
The fomorians had a foothold in MA apparently. This weekend would bring fighting.. some would die..
He had packed his bag and readied his spell components. Del said she could use the help and so it was to her house he would go.
And yet, Something was still wrong.
And yet, Something was wrong.
And yet this walk was different then most.. he was walking off steam. His dreamers just wouldn't sit still.. they were angry and in violent moods. Their dark glares rivaled some of the redcap half bloods he knew. Something wasn't right. He was teaching them to be bullies.. but he was teaching them to be smart about it.. ways to prank and trick and hurt without being caught. And yet today all they wanted to do was hit things.. talk about hitting things.. and hit eachother.
For a moment there he thought they were gonna come across the table at him.. and yet.. and yet their glamour was still strong. It was like a sugar high.. all sickly sweet in its richness..
And yet, Something was still wrong.
The note sat in his pocket.. the poem amazingly well written. The glamour of it holding him steady, keeping him grounded. Somewhere in those words was the secret to that spell.. a cryptic warning.
Gods he was curious about it though. He talked to the papers and memorized their true words. Maybe Edward and Del would have a better answer.. but.. but Edward isn't really to be trusted. He lied and betrayed us to the court.
The fates were silent on the matter. And if only he was better at Soothsay.. perhaps he could prod them into speaking.
And yet, Something was still wrong.
The fomorians had a foothold in MA apparently. This weekend would bring fighting.. some would die..
He had packed his bag and readied his spell components. Del said she could use the help and so it was to her house he would go.
And yet, Something was still wrong.