The library felt like an itch. An itch that was deep under the skin and felt like it grated on her very bones. Like no matter how hard she scratched she could never relieve it. Hector helped her down, and for that brief moment she hugged him close. Once on her feet, she started towards the library. Their way in was aisle of bookshelves that went up and up and up in way that hurt the mind to even try and comprehend.
The moment Dela stepped off of sand and onto the smooth stone flooring of the library the darkness that clouded her vision melted away. Her friends could see the difference as her once milky eyes were now their original brown color. Delaney turned to face her friends. Friends she could now see. If she weren't so nervous she might have cried like the twins had at the start.
"We will be," Dela said, answering Hector's question. "It's in there. I can tell." She glanced over her shoulder and had another feeling, one she couldn't bring herself to voice. "Let's go," she said instead. There was an end to this aisle of books, one they could just barely be made out.
The moment Dela stepped off of sand and onto the smooth stone flooring of the library the darkness that clouded her vision melted away. Her friends could see the difference as her once milky eyes were now their original brown color. Delaney turned to face her friends. Friends she could now see. If she weren't so nervous she might have cried like the twins had at the start.
"We will be," Dela said, answering Hector's question. "It's in there. I can tell." She glanced over her shoulder and had another feeling, one she couldn't bring herself to voice. "Let's go," she said instead. There was an end to this aisle of books, one they could just barely be made out.