The Red Nobody

~ Twelve ~

ROBYNS P.O.V

I make haste towards the door, dropping the book next to the long chair. I begin to fly before i'm even out of the door, which results in a lot of crashing. I open the door like a regular winged person that can open DOORS! I spin around to shut the door... and knock over every book off the shelf. The entire shelf comes crashing down onto the floor.

"Oh come on, why now! Now I have to clean this mess up, Raylas gonna kill me!" I never talk to myself, I feel so weird. At least I have myself to talk to. Now I have to decide between either going back, or cleaning up.

Still staring at the books all over the floor, I decide to clean them up, one by one. Slowly picking up each book, and stacking them up in a pile on the wooden floor. Each book is unique, different and fascinating. Half of Raylas books I cannot even read, because of the native language, which makes me wonder whether or not she can actually read the books herself.

I decide to study each book carefully, in hope of finding a book to translate the native language back to my own. So far, no book has been similar or in a trilogy continuing through multiple books. Each book is on its own. My favourite book I wish to keep for myself, it is named "The MoonDusk Orb". The name is intriguing, it's almost like, the book wants me to read it. I push it aside and continue my search.

My book pile is now approximately sixty-three books high. I admire my tower and turn to the fallen shelf. I need to pick it up before Rayla returns, wherever she may be... I'm worried, I should look for her. My head falls heavy from the stress of Rayla.

Scared and worried, I let it all out. Screaming my heart out, and push the book shelf with all my might. Panting, I see how I pushed the book shelf back upright. Shocked, I shake my head, with eyes wide open.

I take my time placing the books back on the shelf, making sure to sit them how they were before. I grasp "The MoonDusk Orb" and slide it back into place on the shelf, exactly where it was before. I let out a small sigh in disappointment, after not finding a translation book.

I trudge over to the long chair and plonk myself down, wrapping a quilt around my cold body. The sun is setting, meaning it must be around ten at night. The sun on Nijòry sets extremely late, while it rises around eight in the morning.

I feel as if I have know Rayla for years, like a have some sort of strong bond with her, in actual fact, I only met her this morning. It feels as if weeks have passed, but it has only been hours.

GRAIYS P.O.V

'Dear life log,

Robyn is yet to return from her patrol, I'm scared, worried. It has been approximately thirteen hours since she went on her patrol. No search parties have gone out yet, mother is hesitant to send them out, she wishes she will to have to grieve any sort of loss.

Mother is frantic, and ever so angry. She has not only hurt me, but her guards and Phoenix too. Phoenix is sleeping, trying to heal her burn. The guards have been taken to the elder, Vigøtoru, to get the best medicine possible. Mother is cuffed, in the lower chambers to stop her from further harming the other villagers.

Tonight I wish to take Astrid with me, to find Robyn, and bring her home, and hope that mother goes back to her normal self.

Worried, Graiy...'

I drop the inked feather down onto the wooden table. Placing my hand on my head, thinking about today. I look at my writing, messy as per usual, ink blots all over the paper. I like to keep my life log, to look back on the past, and remember the happy memories, and the sad ones to.