Go Into the Library
You walk into the building to your left, the girl following. She
watches you as you push open a door. The musty scent of ancient books
is heavy in the air. You stop in the doorway. This was obviously once
a beautiful library, with tapestries and endless shelves of towering
books. No longer. The books are destroyed, their pages scattered along
the floor like broken wings, their spines cracked. The tapestries are
faded, torn, and moth eaten. You turn to the girl. "What
happened?" She sadly picks up one of the books, stroking its
broken spine as if it's a living thing. "I'm sorry you couldn't
see the library as it once was." You take the book from her
hands. "How long has it been like this?" You ask.
"Over a hundred years," she murmurs.
"Wait." You object. "How old are you
exactly?"
