As I’m flying to the gently hidden bookshelves back in the library, where all the old and ancient books are placed, someone comes into view, making my body abruptly stop.
A figure with broad shoulders stood before the shelf I was desperately aiming for. His dark hair swung around his head, and in his hands, he held the old story ofThe Magic Well.
Flying closer to him, I try my best to press down all the nervousness bubbling inside me and act normal. But it didn't take long before I started questioning whatnormaleven was.
“Hi? Excuse me, I think you’re holding my book.”My book? Where did that come from? Was I hearing myself right?
“Your book? I thought this was a library, which means that I can hold whatever book I want. Little sweetheart.”
It’s impossible to ignore that my cheeks start to tingle and the way my whole body becomes warmer as the last two words roll off his tongue.
“Okay, I apologize for my mistake.” I hesitate. “I truly need that book and it would be lovely if you could be kind enough and hand it to me.” I say, and the anxiety follows.
“No.”
“I understand, sir. I just truly need it.” I try to keep calm while his strong yet handsome presence intimidates me just enough to make my fingers play with the fabric of my dress.
Breathe.
“Aye, obviously I do too.” His deep accent comes through his words.
“Those pages hold extreme value to me. So, I beg you. Please let me have it, just for now. I promise to find you and bring it to you after I’m done reading it.”Liar.
He stands there, staring at me with those icy blue eyes. And for a moment, I felt compelled by something I couldn’t quite place. Was it a spell or a curse? Was it one full of love or evil?
I try to reach for the dusty book in an attempt to grab it from his hands, but he’s too fast, moving away from me in a split second.
And why was I so drawn to his handsome yet scarred face? It was a face I could never bring myself to forget. I already knew that it would be burned into my mind for the rest of my life. His beauty was nothing that could be lost, not even his scars could make it go away.
“Listen, sweetheart, this is so calledlife. You can’t get whatever you want just because you live in some delusion and think that everyone likes you and will give you whatever youpoint your finger at. So, stop begging with those doe eyes because it’s not going to work.”
I guess beauty could be lost, but only due to one’s behavior.
“Stop giving me nicknames. And what do you mean by ‘everyone likes me?’ Stop being such a jerk.” My tone was harsh and my body language stiff as I tried to stand up for myself.
“Stop calling you sweetheart? ”
“Yes, stop it please. Thank you.”
“And yes, it seems everyone does like you except for me. But I’m not one to be impressed by a sweet smile and soft eyes. Especially not from fairies like you who are alwayssooopositive.”
“I’m not always positive.” I frown as he looks at me with a semi hard expression. “You don’t even know me.” I argued, feeling small waves of anger washing over me.
I couldn’t let his words tear me down.
“Maybe, maybe not, but at least that’s what everyone thinks of you. A good reputation never hurts, right?”
His words left me in disbelief.
“That’s enough of your nonsensical drivel! There is no need to be this unkind when all I’m asking for is the book in your hands. So please, give it to me and stop being so troublesome.”
“Here sweetheart, enjoy.” He responds while handing me the old tome of secret spells and magic. And I notice the hint of sarcasm in his voice as the wordsweetheartleaves his mouth.
Chapter 2
Ector
I woke up in my dim, gray room where the light never dared to enter, and decided to visit the old library in Fairy Village.
