El Turnia: Becoming Fire *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 8: Convincing and Wanting Answers

Four days.

Four days since my dream and the day my father went missing. I was getting worried, last time I had a dream like that Queen Lamia attacked five days after and I had lost my mother, who would I lose this time? I needed to have faith I told myself over and over again, faith that it was just a dream and that father would come back, he would come back right? I wasn't entirely sure, but of one thing I was, I couldn't do anything about it. I needed to hope he'd come home and in the meantime figure out what that dream was about, quickly. I'd already been looking for an answer for the past three days, now it was the morning of the fourth and I still had know idea what I was facing. I had tried to convince myself that the reason I couldn't find any answers was because there were no answers needed, it was just a dream, but I couldn't. Then I tried going to grandmother, but she pushed me away saying she was too busy, which she wasn't or didn't look like it. It was hard being on your own and I really wanted somepony to talk too. Christilia was busy with what I called "princess training" which is what it basically was, thinking of Christilia and the way she listened and cared and understood, I smiled and realized I was blushing.

We're just friends, that's all we are and that's all we'll ever be.

I told myself unconvincingly, did I have a crush? I had no idea, but since the day I met her, well since the time I actually met her in the library, I kinda maybe sorta (?) liked her, she was strong and pretty and- I stopped myself, I had much more important things to think about, although Christilia was very important.

I was in the library and it was just the time of evening when the sky was lit up with pink clouds and orange stripes and it was at the same time that I had been thinking about how I wished I had a friend all though's moons ago. I scanned the bookshelves for the secret book only the royal family ( and the librarian of course!) knew about. That book was actually a lever that opened up into an even bigger library that contained thousands upon thousands of books about dark magic and centuries old legends. The book was old and withered looking with a red cover and gold lining, I pulled it back and the bookshelf started to rotate and a small opening appeared where the shelf had been moments before. I walked in slowly, I had only seen my parents open the secret door but never been in myself and the sight before me took my breath away.