Wings of Grace

Chapter 14

      The Elders are highly respected, for they are the life line to all knowledge of the past, present and future. But only a few knew they have a little help.

     Situated in a tree house, hidden in the forest surrounding the castle, lived one misfit librarian, Flarego, who considered himself to be very important indeed in making the Elders look good. Without his diligent research and progress reports, the Elders would be lost. 'Or so he says'....

     On the top floor of the tree-house, in the right wing, where every wall was covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves, housing first editions of the finest collection of books ever to be found, Flarego was methodically searching for cryptic keys to unlock the Blue Moon powers.

     Flarego was considered, by himself, to be the finest Librarian ever to exist. Dressed in his normal attire of brown pants, a white long sleeve shirt, brown leather waistcoat and dark brown knee-high boots, all of his 4 ft 10 inches screamed, Librarian. His short black hair was never out of place. His dark wooden rimmed glasses, covering his piercing brown eyes, were perched upon his long-pointed nose and constantly being pushed back into place.

     Of course, he had an assistant, to do all the leg work, for Flarego rarely left the tree-house, except for those important meetings with the Elders. 

     All the assistants were extremely efficient beings of small stature, almost 3ft, if they were lucky. Elf like, with their soft sweet voices, short curly hair, rosy cheeks, button nose and large adoring eyes, they were considered exceptionally cute; to anyone who wasn't a librarian, that is.

     "Doris, why is that tired old tree stump of a human girl still here?"

     "I don't know."

     "Why has she not been returned to her time?"

     "I don't know."

     "Has the paperwork been completed for her transfer?"

     "I don't know."

     "Well, what do you know?" Shaking his head in his hands. Never had Flarego felt more frustrated then when he had to deal with this particular assistant. He believed she lived just to torment him.

     "The crystals have started energizing."

     "What?!" He snapped, standing up from behind his cluttered desk, as almost every inch was covered by opened manuscripts.

     Taking the several strides to stand towering over his assistant, he stared furiously trying to ignore her innocent wide eyed look.

      "And when were you going to get around to telling me this?"

     "Right now."

     "Ughhh." He felt like pulling his hair out. "When did they start?"

     "About three days ago."

     "Three days ago, and you only decided to tell me now?"

     "I was busy."

     "You...you were busy. Oh, well that's alright then. We've only had a crisis on our hands, where our whole existence could become null and void, and you were... busy." The room had become extremely hot all of a sudden.

     "Yep."

     "That's it. Go away. I don't want to talk to you any more. Can I have another helper please."

     "No."

     "And why not."

     "Cause there's no one else left. I'm the only one who will put up with you."