Stitched Heart

Chapter 5: It Started With a Snack...

Gradient gulped... a cult? She had heard rumours about it but... what if they were truly true. What if her brother and she were truly... in danger?

✩•̩̩*˚ Crescent ˚*•̩̩͙✩

It was morning, the sun still rising. So he took this chance to be alone, slowly walking through the hallways. Getting himself to wake up, doing his best to start the day in a good mood. Maybe he could even try to visit the garden to try and escape getting to know people. If he was hungry he could just go to the ballroom, get a snack and quickly go away.

Talking about getting away from others... What if I visited that temple again? It looked amazing, it was magnificent and powerful. He wished he could live there. That strange tree woman was really nice so he wouldn't mind living with her.

He stopped in front of the two huge doors, the library doors. He turned to face them more properly and slowly pushed them open. He smiled softly as he stared at all the bookshelves filled with books. His father had read so much more than him but still hadn't read all of the books there.

Crescent how much it'd take for him to finish them all, it'd be amazing. Knowing all those stories, he of course might need to reread some. But he'd love to still read them. His mother had told him that if he wished to do that then he'd have to read more books. She also told him that his father read almost every day. He remembered both of them bickering around about how he'd actually be able to finish the library before he died. His mother teased him that he wouldn't be able to.

As he walked around he felt relieved, the library was warm. Especially closer to the fireplace, which was luckily empty. He knew his parents told everyone that the library was open for them to go. But no one went there, probably because they found the library useless. Maybe they'd only visit it around the end of the month or second month, for when there's truly nothing else to do. He really wondered what his parents would do...

He did know that his parents had met thanks to one of these, they never went into detail about it though. Always said that at first they fought a lot but after a few shocking events they started becoming closer. They were attacked one time but they protected each other either way. Made sure they were safe and even became overprotective of each other.

When he was young he loved to hear that story. Of how his parents loved each other so much that he was born. He did act like it was the most disgusting thing when his mother mentioned a kiss. But she did it as a joke. After a long period of time he kind of lost interest in the story. Knowing his mother made it sound more lovely and happy than it probably was.

Crescent walked up to one of the shelves. Books of different colours, somewhere a bit dusty, others had their leather covers breaking. In a small section, there was a small space, a book leaning against it. In their Crescent but the book he was holding. It was soft but hard. You could probably knock someone out with it, hearing the pleasant thud of contact being made against a head. Maybe someone like his sister who was standing behind him and smiling at him. But his sister of course grabbed his arm before he could hit her with it.

"Good morning Miyako"

"Oh well dear brother, you amuse me" Miyako giggled.

"Why is that?" Crescent questioned as he moved his arm away and placed it back where it was supposed to be.

"Well, you're trying to hide from others to be alone but you're still paying attention as if you've got someone following you," Miyako said.

"You're right, someone is following me" Crescent hissed back.