The Creed's Emergence

Chapter Three: Altars and Arts

After Moon and Anika rested up, they both exited the library. There was a bloodstain on the floor, and some burn spots from magic. It wasn't of much concern, but Moon didn't speak of it either. He instead avoided looking at the stain. He stayed next to Anika, seemingly guarding her.
"What was that thing out there?" Anika asked.
"It was just a monster that got in. Happens frequently. But it was taken down." Moon took out a small blade and twirled it around. He was lying though. Whatever that was, it was no regular monster. He quickly changed topics, not wanting to linger on it.
"Anyways, what do you want to see first? The Gathering, the Throne Room, the Dormitories, Origin and Dynasty Houses.. There's a lot to see." He glanced over at Anika, then back ahead.
"Hm... Honestly, I'm not sure." Anika thought for a moment. She only saw the entrance to the Throne Room, a tiny bit of the Dormitories, but not the rest.
"The Gathering then?" She scratched her chin, still unsure.
"Gathering it is, then. You probably haven't seen it at all or know where it is. It's the most important place if you wish to join us." Moon then took Anika's hand and began to run. Startled, Anika gasped a little before running as well. She was in awe at how fast Moon was, though. He ran so quiet his footsteps barely made a sound. Even if he wore metallic boots, he wasn't loud at all. Anika had to take bigger steps if she wanted to keep up. But she didn't feel like she could keep up longer, as they had been running for longer than she was used to. She was already tired regardless, and her wounded leg was hurting again. She started to slow down, which let Moon know that she needed help.
The man stopped running, now going at a slow walk. He noticed how Anika began to limp, which made him concerned.
"You're limping, is something wrong with your leg?" He halted, now turning to the girl.
"I was shot with a gun in my leg. There was a big bullet in it.. It's gone now, but the wound is still pretty fresh." Anika lifted up her robe a little, revealing her bandaged leg. The bandages were starting to get a little bloodied, but the stains were dry. Moon's eyes widened. He reached down and gently touched the bandages.
"You need to get those changed. And I apologize for making you run like that!" He looked distressed. He facepalmed, knowing well that he should've asked if she had any prior injuries before any of this. Suddenly he picked Anika up into his arms, carrying her instead. He ran once again, careful that Anika wouldn't fall or be uncomfortable. She didn't protest, she only stared in confusion. She didn't think that changing the bandages would be needed so soon, she could always find someone to do it later. There must have been many people skilled with medicine and healing here. Some, maybe better than the doctors on Earth. Only issue was the fact that there was no modern technology. Now that Anika thought of it, she realized that there was nothing remotely modern. No guns, no electricity, it was like the medieval ages. She wondered how she could survive being here without the technology society relied on. No communication, no television, nothing. Of course, she wasn't attached to those things. Only one thing in particular; music. Music was something she couldn't live without.

She remembered herself laying in bed, listening to her music player as it played every classical song made. Pas De Deux, the Blue Danube waltz, Swan Lake Finale, and Waltz No.2. They were songs she could recite from memory, even on the piano or through singing. She stared up at the ceiling in total darkness, wondering about the future. Would she ever meet a handsome young man and bond with him? Or would she perish, somehow. Her younger self always wanted to be like a princess in fairy tales, where a beautiful prince came to save the day. Although, many of her hopes seemed to have come true, like meeting a handsome man, two actually. But there were so many things she didn't know would ever come true. Would she find a purpose in life? Many didn't believe in her. They believed that she would only end up becoming homeless and poor. As with many people with a career in the performing arts, they end up not being successful. Anika could remember seeing so many former dancers, actors, and singers in the streets begging for money. She wouldn't be like that, right?