The Dreamer: The Book of Godspells

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

"If you are going to be in this world, you need to learn this world," Lulu said, entering my Vanis room without an invitation but looking at me like I was the crazy one for being in there in the first place. I had been just standing there, somewhat awkwardly, but scared to step out into the corridor just yet, unsure how to comprehend the memories Blaze showed me.

"How do I do that?" I asked, and Lulu scoffed.

"How do you do that? Is that really a question, or do you just always feel the need to ask a question as a way of talking more?"

"I... that's not what I meant..."

"You learn, of course. I am sure you have some sort of schooling in the human world. In fact, I know you do."

"Well, yes. Of course we do. I just was asking..."

"Again with the asking. The weakness of humans, always asking and not just taking what they want. Or doing what they want in this case. So, as long as you are here, you will read about this world."

"Read what?"

"The history of this world. The history of the gods. If you do not know this world, how could you possibly live in it as you so apparently are dying to do?" Lulu spoke, and I nodded.

"How... where do I start?"

"I will show you. Follow me."

We walked down the Citadels corridors, its walls covered floor to ceiling with ivy. Again, I saw the open ceiling above us, showing off the constellation clouds. It was different from her world. Where humans tended to hide the sky, the outside world, it seemed the dreamers wanted to show their sky off. Sorry, the constellation, as Colik called it.

It was refreshing, seeing the stars at all points of time. It had always been my favorite sight, seeing stars at night. Especially when Morry and I would go to the graveyard and lay there, while he pointed out each constellation, and I listened and learned.

"Through here," Lulu said, stepping to the side to let me enter first. I hesitated, shocked that Lulu would make such a kind gesture as if it were a trap. We didn't necessarily see eye to eye, that was clear. But still, Lulu nudged me through.

"The Chancery."

"My goodness... all these papers," I said aloud, my voice echoing as my eyes scanned all of the pieces of writing in the shelves around them. They weren't necessarily books, as there were no bindings, but they were pieces of papers rolled up and carefully placed in an organized fashion around the beautiful, elegant room of ladders, candles, and magical writings. It reminded me of my favorite princess story, Beauty and the Beast, when Belle walked into the library and saw a full room of books and stories, and fantasy worlds that were dying to be read.

I smiled. This was the most I had felt at home since being here, truthfully, which was partially why I loved Belle's story. Belle did not feel like she belonged in her world and was able to explore new worlds between the words in the books she read. That was me, stuck in Dublin, at the Olympus house, but my studies, learning, and reading were the only ways I got to pretend and imagine other worlds beyond the one I saw every day with my own two eyes.

"Scripts. They are scripts of every story and piece of history of the gods and the dreamers. Even some are about the humans, the ones who are tied into the gods world, I mean," Lulu corrected. I eyed her.

"Like Hercules, you mean, or demi-gods?"

"You know of demi-gods?"

"Humans tell stories too, you know."

"You think you know about the gods from stories in your world, but you know nothing compared to what these scripts have to say about gods... and humans. The Aryans, the first Greeks. Do you know about them?" Lulu questioned.