The Mighty SilverWing

01: A Suspicious Visit

One step, two, three, the ladder wasn't any less rickety than the shelf that displayed the abundance of books that were offered inside the Caerleon Library, and yet Eden would lose her footing just one last time before she decides to call it a day and resign to the front desk of the building.

This time when she fell she remembered not to make the silly decision of latching onto the shelving in front of her in a desperate attempt quiver her fall, this time she let herself fall down into the hard wood floor of the shop, the cracking stone slabs of the walls seeming to echo with the collision.

"Oh dear, not again," The Librarian gushed, rushing over from another aisle to tend to the simple girl that she employed many years ago, who was trying to clamber back onto her feet in a hurry to collect her fallen stock. "The ladder is due for a repair." She noted, shifting the piece of equipment to the side to allow for room within the aisle.

"The whole Library is due for a repair." Eden retorted as she stood tall on her feet and dusted off the skirt to her dress, for as long as she has worked for the Librarian, not once has the frail elderly woman ever hired a wood crafter to come and fix any of the weathered shelving units or outdated equipment that they had to utilise.

The Librarian sighed and bent over to begin retrieving the fallen books from the floor, having heard this comment numerous times in the last few years, not just by Eden but also the few patrons of the building that visit regularly. "Yes well the last time that I spoke with the advisor about budget costs, he told me that all extra revenue to the kingdom is being deposited into our critter problem." She explained defeatedly, knowing deep down that without the extra funds to support repairments within the Library, it will cease to exist in its prime structure in just a few years more.

"Surely there is something more that they could be doing about them," Eden commented on her own accord, moving down to collect the remaining books before her boss had the opportunity to. "They've been at the walls for weeks now." She huffed, picking up the final book and placing it atop of the Librarian's pile in her hand.

"They're staying at the walls, that is the best that we can hope for." Came the old woman's reply, in her days she has seen many of the enemy come and go from the kingdom's walls, none of which have ever made it over to see what's on the other side.

Deep down neither woman felt as though the Vampires would be disappointed with what they find, behind the walls of the kingdom housed the largest population of humans in the entire land, all enclosed and stuck behind the towering concrete barrier that makes up the defensive line for the kingdom. However, both women knew that the Vampires were not trying to get over the wall for a hearty meal, but because they wanted something else, something far more valuable.

And both women had different ideas in mind. The Librarian had long believed that the enemy simply wanted to de-thrown the royal family, usurp the throne and take it for themselves. It was a believable cause and one that was shared between the better portion of the kingdom's people, but Eden knew better than that.

Eden knew the real reason that the Vampires had been closing in around the kingdom for the last few decades. It was not because of any specialty diet, or because they truly cared about obtaining the human throne in this world. It was because hidden amongst the population of the main city was an ancient artefact, their key to taking over the whole world.

A small necklace that Eden wore under her garbs each day, an heirloom that was given to her as a small adolescent girl.

The SilverWing necklace.

"Can they not take the threat into a field and battle it out for a supreme winner? Why is the king entertaining them?"

To this, Eden earned a narrowed glare from her boss, one that told her that she was delving too deep into dangerous territory, that she was asking questions that did not pertain to her in the slightest. "The king does not know what they want, he has been asking to meet with their leader for a long time now."