The Library of Time

The library of time.
A hub between everything else.The record keeping room.
Where souls with debts to pay often go for a less painful way to pay those debts.
And where a young child lives.
Pythia, the child of the library.
No one knows specifically how she got there.
But they know the muses consider her their child.
They know the library keeps her immortal.
But no one truly knows her.No one knows where she came from or who she was or who she is.
All they know is that the small child with the long purple ponytail, pale skin, and purple eyes is changing.
The golden quills are up and scribbling.
Something is happening.
And no one knows what.