The black lady

part 1.2

Lady Genevieve Cecilia Oakes, paused her hand inches away from the book she had been reaching for. Something had disturbed the darkness and shadows, something big was coming she could feel it as the wisps of shadows began whispering information into her listening ears. A man. A strange staff and a cube – powerful cube that shouldn't be messed with, I cube which was strangely familiar...

Interesting, looks like someone had played their hand in the game of chess. However, the image of the shadowy man played though her mind.

Some unexpected players had entered the game.

"Cecilla" a voice called from behind her, she places the voice to Lidiya, a head worker at the library in Queens, the woman worked directly under herself in this library that was still in the processes of opening.

"Yes?" she questioned, returning her attention to the book she was about to pick up she felt the bray referencing system she had created before picking it up placing it on the table in the ever-growing pile.

"You do realise your flight to the conference in Germany flies in 2 hours, right?" she heard the women sigh before tugging on the sleeve of her silken shirt and pressing her cane into her hand, "the car waiting outside with your stuff in now hurry up or you will be late"

"Before I go, I need a book on Norse mythology?"

"Norse mythology? Whatever do you need that for?"

"Some light reading for the plane," she sent a smile in the direction the shadows told her the woman was in.

Lidiya sighed, "Fine, I will quickly grab a book while you meet me by the door"

The lady nodded, readjusting the blackout sun glasses on her nose before heading towards the door. Cane tapping on the wooden solid as she dipped her head to the workers and regulars when there bibs her hello.

"How did I manage to beat you to the door?" Lidiya sighed in defeat as she waited for the lady at the doorway, before helping the women into the waiting car.

"I leave the library in your hands Lidiya, hopefully I shall come back with some interesting books"

Lidiya rolled her eyes not that the lady noticed, "You're supposed to be having fun and relaxing, not working"

"It's no trouble, if you need anything – book wise you know how to contact me. Shall we go, Martin?"

"Yes M'lady" the driver nodded, closing the door before driving off – whisking the lady to the airport.

Less than an hour later, the library had an unexpected visitor. A black man, with an eyepatch and leather coat strolled through the doors, Lidiya the only staff member used to some of the lady's strange visitors greeted the man.

"Sir, if you're here to speak to the lady. I'm afraid she just left"

"When will she be back?" the librarian shifted under his intense stare before truthfully asking.

"I'm afraid I do not know; she's gone to a conference in Germany." Woman commented, noting the tense posture, "if you wish – I can give you her number and you can voice you request?"

on the plane later~

It was always (on most occasions) pleasantly surprising to see how time changings things – technology for example, like phones or planes how they developed quickly and how the world around them have to adapt to the technology and not the other way round.

She turned the page of the book as the private plane soared though the skies – if she had the curtains drew open you would have seen the sparkling oceans below. But it remained closed as her fingers hovering over the pages rereading the information on the pages while her mind was elsewhere.