Chapter 8:
Setting Sun Story: Beta
Tallsoul Residence, Baustas - Arrabelle - 7:30 AM
The cool static air of the morning lingers in through the open double-door windows of Arrabelle’s bedroom. The tasseled fluffy handles of her beige window curtains sway ever slightly behind the flow.
Her eyes twitch in the questionable unsightliness of the dress. Resembling herself a cupcake, Arrabelle dons a large and wide gray uniform, an apron draping down the awning that Mrs. Painny likes to call a skirt.
She tilts the mirror up, and inspects the band. Staring back at herself, the Arrabelle in the mirror shakes her head honestly.
Collecting everything she needs, she leaves the room.
The crimson beads open, already trained on her, just as she exits the floor. Making her way to the entrance, she hears her father’s voice.
“What is it?”
“Wh- I have to anyway!” she retorts, finding his sword lying against the wall.
Without another word, she heaves the blade over her change of clothes, and opens the door, using her forearm to keep everything afloat. As she does so, she’s met with a surprised face, and a hand already at the other side’s knob.
“Uh, morning,” he says, unprepared.
Arrabelle shuffles past him onto the porch.
“Y-yeah, sorry, but we got somethin’ bad to deal with,” he responds in a grim tone.
Confused with the seriousness, Arrabelle cocks her head momentarily, before continuing onward.
“You couldn't hear his shouting from the other side of the city...? Yeah of course, go on in,” she says jokingly.
Erin steps through the frame behind her, and she is left only more concerned as she hears, “Captain! We have something urgent!” from Erin before the door shuts.
Unobstructed by her blood, unobstructed by her childhood, she takes a chance on a different world.
Baustian Library - Adam - 8:00 AM
The Old Baustian Library is kept behind a massive gate of black metal. It sits atop the pathway that runs beside the West main road, and opens every morning just before the Sun rises.
Leading up to the entrance of the library is a massive garden full of exotic and most likely endangered flora, outlining a beautifully interlaced brown brick path. Outside of that, and a maintenance tool shed, the compound of the library is mostly empty, as if construction was abandoned, leaving the building to feel aged and often eerie before its time.
The paradise promised by these days will cease.
Why did I give up in one night?
11:00 AM
Behind those doors is indeed where he finds himself. The interior carries the feeling of the compound’s contradicting decrepit wear and perfection of beauty tenfold.
Many days, though without any positive results, it leads Adam down a spree of collecting and flipping through books at which it points. These books, the worn down and dusty residents of the library, are packed some forty feet high, lining shelves that run clear up to the convex of the ceiling.
The second floor hangs over the first like a balcony, drawing light from high and thin Westerly windows. It is where one can commonly find Adam taking a break from organizing and cleaning.
He leans over the rail, studying the particles that bathe in the morning’s dull glow, spiraling in whatever way the stagnant air wishes. He holds his finger in a closed book, marking his spot.
“Finding anything interesting today?” The old man squeezes out with a coarse breath.
Adam calmly slides his eyes to the old man, far removed from his regular jumpiness. He feels at home here.
“Ah, another account of the Chaos birth?” He asks, “Looking for one last answer, are we?”
“One of the many ways to ingrain it’s meaning into our people,” The librarian responds sarcastically.
Adam questions the inflection, but decides not to ask, as the cryptic tone of the librarians usually doesn’t lead to any help.
“The worlds of yesterday and today are bound by nothing but the memories of their people. Does that make sense to you?” The old man asks, eying the boy inquisitively.
Adam shakes his head.
Nodding once more, the librarian takes Adam by the shoulder, leading him down the balcony hall to the stairs.
“But I know what comes next… it’s hopeless now.”
“You guys clearly know something, why hide it? You know I have to leave here by tomorrow! I mean, what does that have to do with these books?” Adam asks, tapping the cover of the old scripture.
“What’s the point?!” Adam exclaims.
“If we gave you the answer, what point- would you have in existing at all?” The librarian asks.
Adam pauses for a second, his face frozen in thought. He gives up, leaning himself down on the front desk.
“Life often feels that way, doesn’t it?”
The librarian doesn’t respond. He seems to let his mind drift into space, putting a finger to his mouth.
“Fine! View it from mine! I get led on some… chase- everyday! I find nothing each time!”
Adam’s eyebrows sink as nerves explode in his brain. The topic of conversation changes.
“I told my mom I was still thinking about it…” he says finally.
“Not like I have a choice.”
“It’s not like the walls were ever going to drop for me. Not like I was something special. What, the doors are gonna cave when I ask them? How stupid could I be to think such idiotic shit? Destiny my as-” Adam is cut off.
A low boom drops dust onto Adam’s head from the high rafters. He and the librarian both look at each other. The librarian’s eyes are deep, and a smile remains on his face, as if he were prepared for that feeling.
11:05 AM
The doors of the library explode open as Adam rushes out into the courtyard. The librarian follows close behind.
He blinks. The red sky seems to twitch and shake. Not butterflies… but millions of blue lights, like hot flame carving into the hue of the sky. A bubble getting ready to pop.
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