FAIRYTALES FOR A HUMAN (Lesbian)

Part 31 HUMAN

"Aren't you the one who says that not every dryad could get the access to the Library? I don't think they are actually securing the entrance!" I'm gingerly observing a massive door at the very foot of the tree.

"More likely, the dryads don't expect anyone in his or her right mind to sneak into their holy of holies. But you're right: my intuition tells me something is wrong."

"And I think I know why." I point my trembling finger at the dryad who is lying in the shade of the tree. "Is she dead? Doris... Oh, God..."

Doris leans over the dryad, holding her soft seaweed hair so that it does not fall on the unfortunate girl's face. She sighs.

"Well, what is there?" I rise on tiptoe; my palms are sweating.

"Don't worry, dear. The dryad is alive. It looks like a "sleep" potion. Alex, you bastard!"

Just that one "dear" she said made me so happy: my chest is full of pleasant warmth, and I'm breaking into a radiant smile (You are so not helping, Marina! You should be ashamed!).
But the smile doesn't want to leave my face. It's good that it's dark, "Hey, Doris, wait for me!"

Twilight reigned inside the tree, or rather inside the Library. Only books were visible where the eye could see. The core of the trunk was a huge spiral staircase that was pierced by bridges that were jumping into dark corridors and floors on which numerous shelves with millions of books were displaced. An unfortunate librarian was lying with her face down on a table; yellowish birch bark scrolls were randomly scattered around.

"Your friends really wanted to read something!" I toss my head, looking at the peacefully sleeping dryad; her slender little finger is convulsively tapping on the wooden table.

"They're upstairs, follow me!" the mermaid resolutely heads towards the stairs, and I can hardly keep up with her.

"Another step and I'll shoot!" In one of the lobby alcoves a sleepy looking man is leaning against the wall. He looks slumberous and drowsy, and the arrow that is pointing to me is trembling in his hands. I swallow nervously; the blood is rushing to my ears and head, but I don't even have time to raise my hands like a burglar in front of a police officer: Doris quickly turns, and one lightning-fast water stream knocks the bow and arrow out of his hands, the second stream knocks him down, and the poor fellow falls unconscious, and an avalanche of books falls on him. Dryad male doesn't move. I am about to run up and help him.

Doris grabs my shoulder and turns me to her, "I know what you want to do. Don't even dare. He's dangerous even when being weak, besides, if he somehow connects with the other dryads, we won't get out of here alive!"

"But..."

"Let's go upstairs immediately! His life is nothing compared to yours, Marina. Merciless Earth, I had to make you stay at home."

"Doris, but he might need help, what if he hit his temple or..."

"He's a dryad! They're pretty tenacious like all supreme creatures. At least that's what they call themselves. If you don't go, I'll drag you by force," Doris warns me menacingly. I do not want to disgrace myself even more and, pouting my lips again, I meekly followed her upstairs.

Now I can hear their quiet voices:

"Is this what we need?"

"Ideally, of course, it would be better to find an older version of this book, but this one will do!" I hear the witcher's mocking tone.

"Have you fallen from an oak tree and damaged something that you call your "brain"? Even for entering this section without permission, they can feed us to hungry talps!"