Lucas walked a bit closer during her explanation, but when she pat the place next to her, he shook his head and took a seat across from her. He was still tense, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. She spoke of him liking the water, and of her fear of it. But he related. Lewis was scary, but Simone was scarier.
“You’re both really scary,” he admitted aloud. At her mention of books, though, he seemed to perk up. “I…I’ve never read anything. I liked the story though,” he said with an actual excited smile. “What happens next? Does the hero make it?” The light faded from his face, though, and he got quiet. “Is it dumb that I…enjoy it that much?” He seemed almost ashamed. “Sorry…I really shouldn’t…”
This was the abuse rearing its ugly head. Perhaps it would be better if he just left it at that. This wasn’t his family, and he was intruding. “I’ll just…” He wanted to leave. “I think I’ll go explore the castle for a bit. He jumped up, and ran down one of the halls, disappearing into the interior.
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Lucas’ heart was beating fast. What was wrong? He wanted a place to belong, but he didn’t deserve it, not here at least. He would tell Lewis that he wanted a boat to Benin, and be on his way. He would be out of their hair, and away from the potentially dangerous bird lady.
She didn’t seem so threatening, though. She was sad…just like the woman staring at the moon. Lucas crouched down, and ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it anxiously. “I don’t….” He sniffled. “I probably hurt her too…but…” He was afraid. What was he supposed to do? Their offer seemed genuine, but did he deserve it? Would they turn on him after he said yes?
He stood up, still shaking but feeling a bit stronger. The boy continued down his path, and found a large set of double doors. Curious, he opened it, pushing into the room beyond. When he set his eyes on it, he gasped and froze.
The main library sprawled out in front of him, books as far as the eye could see. It had a strange, but pleasant smell about it. He closed the doors behind him, and went to the first bookshelf on the right. He pulled out a book, and blew the dust off from the first page. It had been some time since it was last opened, but it was still in good shape.
The words meant nothing to him, and he frowned. Of course he wouldn’t be able to magically read, but the fact that this many books existed was incredible. Lucas had no idea that anything like this room could possibly even exist. “All of the stories….” He spun around, getting another look at the room.
“So many stories.” the boy grabbed a stack of books from the table, and found himself a comfortable nook near a window. He opened the first one again, looking at the words and letters, memorizing their shapes. Each page, slowly. It didn’t take him long to notice that they repeated themselves. I can learn… He smiled.
Soon, though, as he flipped through the books, he found himself growing tired. It had been a long, draining day, and the next thing he knew, he was out. For once, he didn’t have nightmares of the pirates beating him. For once, it was a pleasant dream of books and warmth.