DELONIX [COMPLETED]

14

"How on earth did that fit?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise.

"Come on, that shouldn't be a surprise to you," he replied with a smirk.

"I know, but..." Before I could finish my sentence, he threw the bag at me, cutting me off.

"It looks weird for a student not to have a bag for studying," he explained, raising his left eyebrow and casually slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Oh, thank you!" I exclaimed happily, feeling gratitude wash over me.

Maybe this uncle and niece union could work.

"You're welcome, Miss Musee," he said, his tone playful.

Or maybe not.

After a while, we both headed out of the classroom, and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. It was utterly frustrating how people looked at me and gossiped, making me acutely aware of their curious gazes. Most of the conversations revolved around the Crystal incident, and others wondered why I was walking next to my uncle. Was he that popular here?

I couldn't help but notice that despite their different appearances, the people here weren't all that different from those in the human world. Their attitudes and behaviors were strikingly similar. It seemed that even in this realm, there were popular and unpopular individuals, each with their own circles of friends. Loneliness appeared to be a foreign concept here.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at our destination, and he left me with a cryptic warning, "Don't get caught."

With a mix of excitement and nerves, I reached for the doorknob and slowly pushed open the door. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes widened, and I found myself rooted to the spot. The sight before me was breathtaking—like stepping into a world of pure enchantment. How could something so magnificent exist?

The scent of old books filled the air, instantly transporting me to another time. I took a deep breath, savoring the musty fragrance that wrapped around me. The library beckoned, drawing me in, and I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch the books. The smooth, worn pages welcomed my fingertips, sparking a sense of wonder and curiosity.

The library itself was a masterpiece. Intricate designs adorned the shelves, like ancient tapestries woven with care. Soft, warm light spilled from elegant reading lamps, casting a gentle glow on the words waiting to be discovered. The atmosphere was hushed, as if the library itself held its breath, reverent of the knowledge it contained.

I cautiously stepped forward, realizing this was more than just a library—it was a hall of books, stretching endlessly. The books seemed to arrange themselves in perfect harmony, a symphony of colors and titles, each one enticing me to uncover its secrets.

Amidst the sea of books, I noticed someone seated at a desk. Could this be the librarian? As I moved closer, I saw it was indeed a woman, absorbed in typing on her phone. The soft taps of her fingers on the screen echoed in the quiet space, blending with the library's serene energy.

For a moment, I wondered why someone would be using a phone in such a magical place. But then I remembered—this wasn’t an ordinary library. It was a place where the old and the modern coexisted, each enhancing the other in a seamless blend of timelessness.

I turned my attention back to the librarian and cleared my throat softly, hoping to catch her attention. She looked up briefly, acknowledging my presence with a quick glance before returning to her task, as if she recognized I was there but wasn’t quite ready to engage.

"What do you need, sweetie?" she finally addressed me, her voice warm and welcoming.

"Um, c-could you show me where the history section is?" I stammered, hoping my nervousness wasn't too apparent.

"I'm not sure," she replied, gesturing towards the vast expanse of the library. "As you can see, this place is quite expansive. However, I might have something that can help." With that, she interrupted her statement and produced a map. I moved closer to examine it, only to realize that it contained various sections ranging from educational to, embarrassingly enough, erotic. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I quickly averted my gaze.

Eventually finding the history section on the map, I expressed my gratitude to the woman. Her laughter filled the air in response to my words of thanks, momentarily lightening the atmosphere.

"You're quite the funny little one," she remarked, though I couldn't help but feel slightly irked by being referred to as a "little one." Suppressing the urge to correct her and reveal my actual age of 19, I simply nodded.

"Oh, by the way," she continued with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "just be careful not to make too much noise. We wouldn't want you to turn into stone, now would we?" Confusion washed over me as I tried to comprehend her cryptic warning.

"Sorry to ask, but... turn into stone? How?" I inquired cautiously, realizing that I may have stumbled upon something far more extraordinary than I had initially anticipated.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," she replied with a playful smile. "I'm actually related to Medusa. They call me Allysn." My mind reeled with disbelief. Medusa, the ancient figure of mythology with snake-like hair and the power to turn people to stone? It was both shocking and oddly fascinating.

As I observed Allysn more closely, I noticed a large beanie perched atop her head. Upon closer inspection, I detected subtle movements beneath it. A realization dawned on me-there were snakes concealed within the beanie.

"Um, thank you, Miss Allysn," I managed to utter, a mix of gratitude and newfound curiosity swirling within me. With that, I left her side, determined to find the history section and immerse myself in the treasures the library held.

Stepping into the library proper,I noticed the rows upon rows of shelves, towering like sentinels guarding the knowledge within their grasp. Each book seemed to whisper its secrets to me, inviting me to embark on a journey through time and space.

As I wandered deeper into the labyrinthine aisles, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sensory experience. The air grew cooler, carrying a faint scent of aged parchment and ink. Soft, diffused light filtered through the tall windows, casting a gentle glow on the worn carpeted floors.

The journey to the history section was swift, but just as I was about to immerse myself in the books, a faint sound caught my attention. At first, I thought it might have been a figment of my imagination, but the sound persisted, growing louder and more distinct. It seemed as though someone-or something-was trying to conceal the noise.

Intrigued By the mysterious sound, I left the history section and followed the source, allowing my curiosity to guide me. The closer I got, the more pronounced the sounds became, as if they were straining against their captor's efforts to silence them.

My mind raced, trying to decipher the nature of the sound. It felt familiar, triggering a sense of déjà vu. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had encountered it before, but where? Determined to unravel the mystery, I pressed on.

"Ahh, Xavier, I'm about to..." The words reached my ears, causing me to freeze in disbelief. Surely, I must have misheard. But as the voices grew louder, my doubts were shattered.

"Shh, keep quiet," another voice whispered urgently, heightening the tension in the air. It was then that I realized the inconceivable truth-they were having sex in the library!

A mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a hint of amusement flooded my senses. Memories from high school resurfaced, reminding me of the time when I accidentally stumbled upon a similar encounter between a jock and a cheerleader in the girls' bathroom. It had left an indelible mark on my memory, and now history seemed to be repeating itself in the most unexpected of places.

Shaking off the flashback, I refocused my attention on the present. Panic surged through me as I realized that one of them had spotted me. Our eyes locked, and a moment of intense awkwardness hung in the air.

Shit.
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