Between Two Worlds

6

In a way he was forgiving me. And I think he means that he knows it wasn't my fault what happened to his son. I can't believe that he isn't even mad at me a little... I guess I underestimated his wisdom.

"Do not let your heart be troubled any longer, Lady Vilora."

I slowly nod, not able to think of what to say to him.

He places a hand at his heart and bows politely before continuing down his path he was traveling before.

I breathe... feeling a little better but not completely.

I walk idly around the realm until I find large closed doors... I hesitate... Should I enter? Would I be royally flogged?

I press my ear to the door to make sure no one is in there and I hear nothing. I check both ways around me before I take the door handle and carefully turn it. I swing open the silent door to see a huge library inside.

Walking in, my eyes search up the shelves of thousands of books. I smile and approach the collection, running my finger over the bindings, pulling out a pale brown book and attempting to read the cover... but it's in foreign.

I sigh and try to slip it back on the shelf but being clumsy I end up dropping it to the floor.

As I am about to pick it up another hand lifts it for me and dusts it off gracefully. I look up at the tall elf before me with dark hair and gaunt cheeks, with a cute side grin and brown eyes.

"Sorry I didn't damage that did I?" I make a slightly pained look.

"Not at all, my lady," he chuckles and hands it back to me.

I hold it in my hands against my stomach. "Thank you."

He smiles. "It has been a long time since we had anyone from south in these borders."

"Why is that?"

"Well out king is well known for not seeming as inviting as others. But also because there have not been many travelers to make it this far if they try."

"Dangerous roads are they?"

"Very much so."

"Well then how am I ever to leave?" I play with him.

"I am afraid you are stuck in this realm, my lady," he returns, amused.

"Well this sucks."

He chuckles.

Did I really just say that to elves in the dark ages? Oh well. It did make him laugh.

I shake my head and smile. "Um I am Vil. What can I call you?"

"You may call me Kel, my lady. Good friends do."

"Does that mean I'm a good friend?"

"Perhaps in the future you will be."

I shrug with a grin.

"Can you read elvish?"

I lift my brows but then realize he gestures to the book. I lift it to observe the cover. "Oh uh no I can't. I don't suppose you have any in my language do you?"

"We do. Come. We shall find one for you," he says politely.

I smile and put the book back with the others. I follow him as he walks down the row in search of an English story.

I actually end up spending the rest of the day in there with him talking, and reading some books in my tongue.

It's nice to meet someone here that doesn't give me a form of anxiety. He and I can be good friends like he suggests. At least I hope. I would love to have someone here that I can talk to without worrying about being too proper like talking to the king and his son.