Will I have to save myself?

A Lost Cause

That night Azalea had the same dream. A boy around her age with messy black hair, golden eyes, and a terrible fashion sense. When she woke up she couldn't help but laugh remembering how bad he looked. She got out of bed and changed into her day clothes. Azalea dreaded having to see Sota that day, but she couldn't help it. This was her second day here and she's already had the worst time she would think she could have with someone. She wanted to go home, she missed her brothers and sisters.

Slowly, she made her way to the dining room for breakfast. Azalea was scared, but she couldn't do anything about it. Once she got to the dining room she sat in one of the huge chairs out of what looked to be twelve. Looking around and noticing she was alone, she began trying to hatch a plan for her escape. She wanted to be as far away from this house as she could. If she could, she might even go back to her old house. It should still be in tact by the time I make my escape and get home. She thought. Just then Sota walked into the room, dragging Azalea away from her thoughts.

The female looked up at him slowly, ready to bolt if she needed to. Sota walked up to her calmly, as if the night before never happened, and set a plate in front of her. She would've expected something horrid; but to her surprise, it was a piece of toast with freshly picked berries. Azalea picked up the toast and took a bite. It tasted funny, but she decided to blame that on the bread. She ate the berries between bites of toast and washed it all down with water. She thought it would either be bugs, or nothing at all.

"May I be excused?" She asked, standing up.

Sota nodded, and Azalea was on her way. She wanted to use this time to map out the house. She started in the closest room, Sota's room, and took a look around. She found a secret passageway after accidentally bumping a lamp. she hurried through the gap and ended up in a small room with the weirdest machines she had ever seen. Some were weirdly shaped, some were scary, some were beautiful.

Azalea found a door tucked in the corner and opened it to find a new hallway. She left the room and headed to her left, following the corridor as it curved in a new direction. passing by many intricate doors, she made it to the end of the hall to find a large door made of dark wood with several carvings in it. She opened the door to find a very large library with staircases on either side of her. In the center of the room there was a carpet, leading to another staircase. there was bookshelves that looked like they were carved straight from the tree as far as she could see.  (See picture above)

Azalea's mouth dropped open in awe. She walked up the staircase at the end of the carpet and saw a whole other floor of bookshelves. There were spiral staircases going up the taller shelves and torches hanging from the walls in between each shelf. She went to the side of the room and trailed her finger along the books. Every book she could think of had to be there. Azalea turned back and went down the stairs. By one of the paths of shelves Azalea thought she saw Sota browsing. She ran out of the door and down the hallway. She kept running, not paying attention, until she ran into someone who then wrapped their arms around her.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Slowly Azalea lifted her head to make eye contact with Sota.

"You won't be able to get away, so I suggest you go back to your room."