Wednesday, 17 January 2007
LoD C5 P2
Maeve never knew what happened when she travel through the tree; all she did feel was lightness and being very happy with herself. When she felt all together again, Maeve opens her eyes to see white bark instead of the black she was touching before. The tree was the same one as the black one but was white and had a fall head of green leaves, which was made brighter because of all the white. She turned to look behind her and found herself standing in the shadow of the library house. Now and then a group of people would walk by talking or reading books but no one notes her standing there next to the tree. She started to make her way to the door less enters when she heard someone calling her name.“Maeve? Maeve, wait up!” the voice made her stop and turn to face him as he came up to her.“Hello Alex, how has it been going?” she smile as he came to a stop in front of her.“Fine thanks,” he took a moment to get his breath back.Maeve had met Alex long a go and had been good friends ever since a little trouble they got into. Alex looked about 20 and had blond hair and very green eyes. He was also just a little bit taller than her and had the same pale skin as everyone else. He looked down now smiling as he remembered the past they had together and how much he liked her. However he knew long ago it would never happen.“So what brings you back, I can’t remember when you last did – and that is saying something!”“I’ve come across something and need to discuss it with the White Council” Alex’s eyes widen in sprise, “is it that important? Well, you have to wait because they’re already had their monthly meeting. Are you going to be the one to break that?” his tone of voice was very serious with no hint of him normal hummer. It made Maeve think for a second, that seed of doubt but she push it a side. “It is that important. I can’t tell you now you’ll have to wait; so…will you help me?”She watch as Alex was fighting a mind battle but one side won quickly. He looked up at her and let out a sige, “you will need to talk to the High Lord; he will be the one to call the council…if it is that important”“It is, don’t worry about that. Well we better go and see him now, don’t you think?” and she started a head of him.“God it was always her fault that we get into trouble,” and he started after her.There were four main houses, all different in sizes. All were white because the colour white had a strong magical power; it was why all the cloths they wore were white. However it was murder tying to keep them clean. The house that they enter was the library house and was the second biggest of all four but it didn’t just hold books, it was also the place where the High Lord could be found and where meetings were held. There were five floors, which the library had the first four with many rooms fill with books. The council rooms were on the top fifth floor, for which they were heading for now.“So what do you do now then?” Maeve asked Alex as they made their way down the long wooden corridor. Now and then they would past a painting or two; some would be a fall painting of someone or just a landmark.“Well, I work in this library. I’m the assistant to the Head Librarian, and had been for the past twenty years. And you would know that if you ever came back here,” he opened the door for her which lead to some stairs.“You know what I’ve been up to those; I couldn’t just come back.”“Well a letter could have been nice you know. Just so I knew you were still with us. Oh I forgot to ask-” he stopped to look at her, “however are you copping with the pasting on of Mark.” Alex voice had change to be softer at the mention of her old master’s name.“I’m fine about it,” and she carried on walking. Maeve wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She had been to busy to think about anything, first with Ashley and then everything else that had happened afterwards. What did she feel about it? She was still asking herself the question when she looked up to find herself in front of a harsh looking door. “Here we go then,” whispered Alex as he gave a firm knock at the door.
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