The wind in autumn

Part One

I stared at the ocean, waves softly brushing the beach sand back and forth, a constant swish.

The moon was full and high in the sky, lights lighting up the pier on the opposite of me. There was nothing like the tension between a girl with too many thoughts and an endless ocean that would welcome her with every wave.

I sighed while bringing the half done cigarette towards the stone I sat on, the small orange light soon disappearing, a sizzling sound the last thing heard.

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Scouts university was something out of a Harry Potter movie, the buildings on campus having old stone, high arches and towers with trees decorating the lawns, making quite a scene with the leafs turning from army green to shades of auburn and oranges.

The stones had many cracks filled with climbing vine's as well as stone statues that had their own alters in front of different buildings, gods of history. something that we should acknowledge before stepping into one of their buildings.

I walked along the cold stone pathway towards the library building, an Athena statue placed between the large oak doors, sculptured into a magnificent pose, to be a woman was to preform after all, right?

The heavy doors shut behind me with a not so gentle sound while my worn down sneakers hit the now marbled floor, right as I entered the building I was hit with the scent of cinnamon, coffee and warmth.

This specific library had many stories about it, fairytails if you ask the right people. Some say that if you walk down the aisle on the top floor on the left you'll smell the thing you desire most, others say that being here past 6pm will make it easier to obtain the knowledge students would study here, this one is obviously a lie seeing how many late nights I spent here and left feeling like I've learned nothing.

My favourite story I've heard about this place though, is that good fortune or a new adventure will find you here, but that one is tricky, the sentence never fully making sense when spoken out loud but was clear as day when thinking of it.  

See how it's tricky? The more people try to clear up the story the more murky it becomes some even say that any new encounter you have here is destined to either fail miserably or thrive beautifully.

I let out a hefty sigh while giving the older librarian a smile "Hi Mary" I walked up towards her desk, my arm resting on top of it.

She gave me a warm smile, the kind you'd expect from a grandma "Good evening Mikasa, what brings you here today?" Her voice was gentle, no rasp in site while she stood from her chair behind the desk and started organizing books laid out.

I shrugged "I have to study for my midterm coming up, I can't fail out now" I was in my last year of business at Scouts university, after this I would be going to a corporate job, a nine to five with a copy and paste cubicle waiting for me.

Her smile didn't dwindle, "well I would hope not, you spend more time in here than me at this point" she laughed at her own words before place a book down in front of me "here, I think you'd enjoy it"

I hummed while my eyes swept over the cover, a delicate blue design swirling the cover, a nice contrast against the dusty white, 'The sun and the moon, a beautiful tragedy' the title read.

"Thank you Mary," I gave her one last smile before she waved me off, I stopped by a small coffee stand in the corner of the first floor and grabbed a large coffee before I made my way up the swirling stairs up to the fourth floor, the quietest one out of them all.

The fourth floor was the most magical id say, the books older than the ones below, the tables still ancient but kept in good condition. The large painted window that was in the middle of the room overlooking the campus, the color panes of warm colours illuminating the bookshelves and floors.