Lost

Chapter Eight

I wake up and the servants run in, pulling a silver dress out of the closet with light gray designs on it. I quickly change into it and they braid my hair, and wrap it up in a bun. They leave the room and I sneak out, wandering the halls looking for the library.
I spot Priscilla in a gorgeous dark green gown, walking down the hall. "Priscilla!" I call after her and she whirls around.

"Yes? I'm on my way to Day One of the Choosing so please be quick." She says, sighing.

"Could you point out the library?" I ask.

"Down the hall third door to the left." She points to the door and I thank her, quickly heading towards it.

I wasn't supposed to go to the library yet but I have to figure this Screech thing out. I open the door and sneak in, gaping at the many shelves, a maze. I walk over to the desk and wait for the librarian to finish up her work.
"How can I help you dearie?" She asks, smiling.

"Do you know where I may find power history?" I ask shyly.

"Shelf 37, to the right near the back, the shelf numbers are carved into the side so just look for the number." She turns back to her papers and begins writing again.

"Thank you." I say and I quickly head to the back, weaving through shelves. Eric is probably on my trail now so I better hurry,  he will probably tell me the library can wait but the need to know is a must for me. It just cannot wait.

I reach shelf 37 and look at the book titles, seeing all sorts of power name history books. I find the Screech history and whisper a little squeal of success. Quickly, I carry the book the a table at the very back of the library and flip it open and scan it.

"Screech's cease to exist and their kind is dwindling, making them even more rare, more in danger. If caught, a Screech could be used as a powerful weapon making them too valuable to be left alone where one who greeds for power could take them." I read silently in horror. Thats why they want me at the castle and Eric is always alert.

"A Screech can wound themselves if they use their soundwaves against a wall of shield, with no target it can bounce off and feel the pain much worse than someone who is not a Screech." So I better make sure that doesn't happen.

"To keep a Screech from attacking you, you have to block their mouth from screaming. Which usually means a gag, both useful for keeping them from screaming for help and to make them use their powers. Although, a Screech can be mutated and have an additional power, mainly defensive."

I flip towards the back. "The last Screech known of died in a war, killed from one little mistake by missing the target and getting hit by his own soundwave, and getting murdered while he was weak. If any Screech is born later on from the last Screech, the group of those who hated them may be long gone but that doesn't mean it can't happen."

I close the book and rush towards the desk. "May I check this out?" I lay the book down on the desk.

"Of course." I thank her as she writes my name on a paper slip and I rush out the door with the book.