So there I was, I was about to try something I hadn't tried in years, the very thought of a wrong outcome haunted me, it spooked me, it got hold of my very soul, if this went the slightest bit wrong I could literally die, right there in my small detached house could lay my rotting body, nobody would find it for years, probably decades, my skin and flesh would be in decay and my house, the one i saved up so hard for would only house me, and the beautiful girl who just happened to catch my eye as I went past one evening, if there was anyway to die, it would be with her, yet my dead corpse would carry the burden of not being able to save Mrs Yellow Rose. Time to go. Time to face my fear, she the one that took away my loved ones, my family, my friends, when I was young, but I'll tell you that later. On slipped by faux fur coat, and then my velvet burgundy beret, and finally my caramel brown leather boots, their tassels shook and quivered as I stepped out of my front door, this could mean war with something that not any sane being would want to declare war on, this meant facing my darkest secrets, I fled from these, and now I will once again step out of the shadows to let it sink its teeth into me. Click, click, click, went my heels down the pavement, and as if a brief journey had skipped itself, I landed at the dreaded library. A strong gust of wind tried to knock me over, the darkest grey of clouds crowded to stare with disgust upon my very face, the leaves silhouetted a miniature tornado in mid air, and the low pitched barking of neighbouring dogs, and high pitched screams of wild cats and echoed like cowbells through my head. As the once lovely widowed librarians Miss Grey and Miss Dark greeted me Miss Grey followed me in. Generally speaking, people usually, in this town, avoid the time when the two librarian sisters are on shift, people get frightened by their very glares, but I know the two sisters from a long time ago, before their husbands and children were attacked and killed they were bright young ladies, adventurous and such good book worms, so friendly, so lovely, so pretty. One dreadful evening both them and their families were attacked in the now non existent alley way, some masked pale skinned men shot their children and beloved husbands and when they both collapsed on the floor in non belief the men took sharp butchers knives to their faces, carving delicate crescent shaped scars, blinding their right eyes, the wounds never healed, none of them from the death of their most loved families to the scars on their faces, it was awful, when I was just ten they were both 25 and immediately trusted in the care of my mother. But now Miss Grey and Miss Dark hate everyone apart from my family, so whenever I visit the library we talk and I cheer them up, but this time Miss Grey could tell there was something bothering me, for she was right, though blind in one eye she was among the wisest people I had ever truly known. I told her my intentions and her smirk turned suddenly into a solemn frown, "are you sure you want to do this, Arise, don't feel you have to but, I know your too determined for m to have any influence on you, you are old enough now, and I understand it feels that that woman's life rests in your shoulders, because as much as you say she's unconscious we both know the truth, know if your sure, I'll lead you to the books, but once you do this you know too well, there is no escaping it, know prepare to hold your breath, since these books haven't been touched in just under ten years they have very dusty covers.
