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Shezdon’s death. It will all need to be investigated. And the books! What the planets? It doesn’t make sense.”
I turned around, following the motions of his hands. Every single book on geography and on The Edge had been destroyed. They smoldered, the pages crisped beyond any hope of being read. Thankfully, Shezdon’s book was not brought to the library because it would have been destroyed, too. Even the books that I had gathered were burned. When I tipped over the table, they had scattered across the floor, and the Weavers had burned them up.
“You take care of the children. I’m going to alert my aunt.” He kicked one of the corpses. “I swear if this impacts our trip, I’ll wring the instigator with my bare hands.”
I gathered the children around me, checking each one of them in turn. Within minutes, guards and Healers swarmed into the library. One of the Healers wrapped me in a silver blanket and persuaded me to sit. “You’ll be fine,” he promised. “You’re in shock.”
He was right. I was in shock. Who would do this? Who would attack children? Even if they were not the targets, had I not been there, all those young souls would have been collateral damage for whatever scheme was in play. The loss of these books was a tragedy. Who would attack a library?
Altis had been so angry. If this was related to the conspiracy, then he probably wasn’t involved. Unless someone acted outside of his directions, which could also explain the anger. Either way, Mist Weavers had to be involved. Could it be the White Knights? Perhaps they were real. And as much as I disliked Altis, I was certain that he wouldn’t have put children in danger.
I couldn’t help but wonder whether I had been the target instead of the books, or if I had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Chapter 6
Every Thursday, Meena and I joined her father and little sister for dinner. Despite my annoyance at her insistence that we riffle through Nazarie’s thing and the stress from the recent attempts on my life, I insisted that we not miss the dinner this week. In three days, I would leave, and I didn’t know how long it would be until I would see them again. We dined outside, enjoying the humid, late summer evening. I’d always felt more at home here than in the Keep.
Alexis, Meena’s eleven-year-old sister, joined us along with her nanny. These evenings gave me some sense of normalcy—a view of real family life. Not that one of the wealthiest merchants in the city lived a very normal life, but it was something.
Over drinks and the main course, we chatted about everything and anything except the impending future and my mysterious book, but once dessert arrived, I could sense the finality that was quickly approaching.
“I understand this is our last supper for quite a while,” said Meena’s father, Garth.
Alexis popped up from her chair. “What? No! Why?”
“It’s okay,” I reassured her. “I’ll be back.”
She didn’t sit back down. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her father, expecting him to do something to stop me from leaving. Her little glare usually brought about whatever she wanted.
“Things are never quite so simple.” Garth leaned back in his chair.
“I’m going to travel to The Edge,” I told the girl. She had been an infant when I had first met Meena’s family. Soon, she wouldn’t be a little girl anymore. I hoped that she wouldn’t change too much while I was gone.
“I heard yesterday that my father was born at The Edge. Maybe you’ll see where he grew up,” she said.
“No, Lexie.” Meena chuckled. “Have you been listening to gossipers? They love to talk about our father, don’t they! The things they make up. Hah! I bet they even said he started The Edge in order to create better trade routes for himself.” Alexis glared at her sister, but everyone else laughed. Some of the rumors were true, but most weren’t. Oftentimes, I think Garth started them simply to add fuel
I turned around, following the motions of his hands. Every single book on geography and on The Edge had been destroyed. They smoldered, the pages crisped beyond any hope of being read. Thankfully, Shezdon’s book was not brought to the library because it would have been destroyed, too. Even the books that I had gathered were burned. When I tipped over the table, they had scattered across the floor, and the Weavers had burned them up.
“You take care of the children. I’m going to alert my aunt.” He kicked one of the corpses. “I swear if this impacts our trip, I’ll wring the instigator with my bare hands.”
I gathered the children around me, checking each one of them in turn. Within minutes, guards and Healers swarmed into the library. One of the Healers wrapped me in a silver blanket and persuaded me to sit. “You’ll be fine,” he promised. “You’re in shock.”
He was right. I was in shock. Who would do this? Who would attack children? Even if they were not the targets, had I not been there, all those young souls would have been collateral damage for whatever scheme was in play. The loss of these books was a tragedy. Who would attack a library?
Altis had been so angry. If this was related to the conspiracy, then he probably wasn’t involved. Unless someone acted outside of his directions, which could also explain the anger. Either way, Mist Weavers had to be involved. Could it be the White Knights? Perhaps they were real. And as much as I disliked Altis, I was certain that he wouldn’t have put children in danger.
I couldn’t help but wonder whether I had been the target instead of the books, or if I had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Chapter 6
Every Thursday, Meena and I joined her father and little sister for dinner. Despite my annoyance at her insistence that we riffle through Nazarie’s thing and the stress from the recent attempts on my life, I insisted that we not miss the dinner this week. In three days, I would leave, and I didn’t know how long it would be until I would see them again. We dined outside, enjoying the humid, late summer evening. I’d always felt more at home here than in the Keep.
Alexis, Meena’s eleven-year-old sister, joined us along with her nanny. These evenings gave me some sense of normalcy—a view of real family life. Not that one of the wealthiest merchants in the city lived a very normal life, but it was something.
Over drinks and the main course, we chatted about everything and anything except the impending future and my mysterious book, but once dessert arrived, I could sense the finality that was quickly approaching.
“I understand this is our last supper for quite a while,” said Meena’s father, Garth.
Alexis popped up from her chair. “What? No! Why?”
“It’s okay,” I reassured her. “I’ll be back.”
She didn’t sit back down. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her father, expecting him to do something to stop me from leaving. Her little glare usually brought about whatever she wanted.
“Things are never quite so simple.” Garth leaned back in his chair.
“I’m going to travel to The Edge,” I told the girl. She had been an infant when I had first met Meena’s family. Soon, she wouldn’t be a little girl anymore. I hoped that she wouldn’t change too much while I was gone.
“I heard yesterday that my father was born at The Edge. Maybe you’ll see where he grew up,” she said.
“No, Lexie.” Meena chuckled. “Have you been listening to gossipers? They love to talk about our father, don’t they! The things they make up. Hah! I bet they even said he started The Edge in order to create better trade routes for himself.” Alexis glared at her sister, but everyone else laughed. Some of the rumors were true, but most weren’t. Oftentimes, I think Garth started them simply to add fuel
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