Ruthless 🗡️/ Fourth Wing

Chapter XXIII

" My sweet Nora Cyra Freysson You are meant for so much more than this harsh world"

Cyra stems from old Persia, where it means "sun," "throne" or "lord."

My thoughts are clouded as I push past hordes of Cadets trying to get to breakfast before class. My one thought is on the fire running through my veins. The confusion of how and why. In all the classes that I have taken never once spoke about fire shooting through veins.

As I sat by the large wooden doors of the Library, my anticipation for what may lay beyond those doors pulsed through my veins. The early morning sun cast a golden hue on the cobblestone walls around me, creating intricate patterns of light and shadow. With my knees drawn up to my chest, I found myself lost in thought, my mind drifting like the wisps of morning fog. 3 more minutes till the library opens.

I zoned out only to have a gentle nudge that stirred me from my thoughts, immediately aware of my surroundings. Beside me sat a scribe, his presence unexpected yet strangely familiar. He couldn't have been much older than me, with brown fluffy hair and bright green eyes that seemed to hold secrets of their own.

"Hey, um, I'm Luke. The library just opened," he said, his voice soft but filled with an underlying sense of knowing.

Quickly composing myself, I rose to my feet, brushing off imaginary specks of dirt from my clothes. "Oh, sorry. Lots going on right now. I'm Nora."

A mischievous grin spread across Luke's face as he looked at me. "I know who you are."

I arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his cryptic response. "Do I want to know how?"

"Not particularly," he replied with a casual shrug.

With a chuckle, I followed Luke through the open doors of the Library assuming he knew me from my constraint fights or attitude words that got around fast. He's a scribe anyways he no real threat I thought

A sense of purpose coursing through my veins. As we entered, the familiar scent of old books and adventure washed over me, filling me with renewed energy.

As we entered the Library, I couldn't shake the feeling that Luke's presence was somehow... unsettling. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of my mind. There was something about his demeanor, about the way he watched me with those piercing green eyes, that set my instincts on edge. He stopped at the front of the Library as I moved to the back.

" What you are looking for is on the far left" Luke spoke with such confidence.

I quickly turn to look at him with a look of question as I give a brief thumbs up

Fucking weirdo I thought

Nora watch your back

All right Zig Zig

Stop that this is why I don't talk to you I stop walking and sigh

You just hate me.

I start to walk again to the far left corner. He didn't know what I was here for but I have an odd feeling he might just be right.

Luke watched me with an intensity that made me uneasy, his gaze lingering on me like a weight I couldn't shake.

Finally, my efforts were rewarded as I stumbled upon a weathered book hidden amidst the shelves, its spine adorned with faded symbols that seemed to dance in the dim light. With trembling hands, I pulled it from its resting place and flipped through its pages, my heart racing with excitement.