Spring 26th, 512 AV – The Library
Zandelia had spent the last twenty three days putting off what was a decidedly important task for her, personal as well as practical. That was not to say she had been lazy, far from it indeed for she had been trying her hand at the beginning processes of forming the first stronghold of the Crimson edge – a tavern of all things. All in all she was rather fond of the idea, simple and subtly effective for her business as it was. She had signed the contract under no illusions that it would take up the majority of her time throughout the spring season, however she thought it would be worth the blood and sweat in the end. The concept of failure was not one she readily accepted, for the most part liking to skew the odds to make sure she would not do so, however a slithering of doubt had crept into her mind over the weeks. Her life was forfeit if the work was not completed, however the first check up with the mysterious lackeys of the Loan Shark had gone well enough.
Well enough to invest more in at the very least she thought to herself as she wove her way through the crowds towards the Library of Sunberth, her eventual destination.
“The place where the beginning ends and the end begins,” she muttered to herself in amusement, “poetic indeed” she noted to herself as she managed to duck into a side alleyway and enter the warrens that would save her much time on her journey.
The news of her father being alive had shaken her beyond measure, the fact that he had killed her mother had angered her enough to led a spark to the rekindling flames of self-belief that had been so badly damaged in Mura. It had been the fact that he had sold her into years of slavery, had actively sought to keep her under that yoke and even ordered her death via Garret that had finally roused her to vengeance. A complex series of emotion warred within her now, had done so for days and would undoubtedly continue to do so for some time to come. She still loved her father, despite everything, he was a figure whom had become so firmly entrenched within her persona that ripping him out was all but impossible to do without catastrophic fallout. On the other hand she found herself wishing she could personally bite his throat out, rage all consuming she could not be trusted around people at those times.
And so I seek solace, refuge and answers. The work no longer waits, it has come to me. I cannot continue without structure, without release she knew the words inside her skull were all too true. If she left the issue longer she would be liable to break, burst open and lash out in ugly ways.
“And then he would have won, getting me killed without even knowing – his old wishes complete. No, I’ll focus myself, direct the energies towards his demise. He will not break me…” she whispered, “not again” she growled the last two words as she approached the dismal threshold of the Library.
She threw the doors open with a little more force than was necessary, shame flooding through her as the clashing sound of wood on stone echoed through the dusty, shadowed interior. As she stepped through the clouds of billowing dust particles, dancing in what little light there was filtering through in cracks, she could almost feel the weight of centuries of knowledge pushing down upon her. It spoke out, whispering into her consciousness as if it had personality of its own, a mouth with which to tease and tantalize. Her footsteps were slow, methodical as she traced her fingers across the spines of dozens of tomes of varying sizes and conditions. She had been here before, what seemed like an age ago now. An Ethaefal she had met, the one whom had inadvertantly found her father’s book, a once treasured possession now tarnished into a mere tool for use – weapon waiting to be unlocked. She could almost hear the words she had told Eridanus before…
A person once told me that knowledge is power, but I realized all too quickly that it is the application of said knowledge, rather than the knowledge itself, that determines ones strength...
At that moment she knew them to be true, however her knowledge had been wrong – skewed and bias. She had not seen through to the real facts. So she returned now, in search of the knowledge with which to build her power. She hoped that she would find it.