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 Lorant's heart shuddered to his throat when he heard the ringing of footsteps coming down from the corridor. He swore under his breath, and whatever other words were going to tumble out from his mouth were stunted when the Librarian drew close to him. For a monster, he seemed to be a chick magnet. Funny that.

Run? Where? With the book in one clawed hand, and Artemis' arm in the other he helped raised her to her feet, the chain clinking together with their movements. The sounds made him hold his breath. Lorant was still dizzy on his feet, the room swam around him, but the cold terror squeezing his guts would push him more than what would make him frail. He was not a man to deny being afraid, least of all to himself.

A long hallway stretched behind them, but there was no where to run. Lorant's grip on Artemis tightened as sweat began to bead on his brow.

"We can't run."  He said, his voice quiet and strained. They were trapped like animals in a cage.

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The footsteps were getting louder, and the dizziness was getting wilder. She felt herself wobble, and nearly fell over, but found herself stumbling into Lorant, knocking the book to the floor, but it seemed more like the book had leaped onto the floor, rather than had been knocked over as it landed witha heavy clatter onto the floor, the book opening, pages flying frantically open at the same moment... city guards tore after them.

Artemis blinked. It was as if she were in a dream. The men, seeming common placed, suddenly melted into character the moment they passed through a wavering void. It was as if the air around them were becoming steamed, or surreal; like the foggy first impressions of a dream. But librarian robes were replaced by metal, glinting hot against the afternoon sun.
The sun.
They were suddenly outside, the foggy world melting around them, breathing itself into a reality until she found herself squinting and drawing her blade.
Blade!?
Her eyes went wide as she realized, with terror, she was holding out a weapon, poised before her 'dog' Lorant, brown eyes widening beneath her black mask.


A sword!? Why was she!?
And then the guards.. they were heading straight for them.
And then the book pulsated a notion- whispering the words that bled onto the pages-
It started off as an average day for the masked princess...
the ink was thick and black, and soon it's murky appearance solidified, show casing the next sentence to the story.
Where she had to defend herself against a trio of guards, all of whom now announced-

"YOU THERE! WOMAN IN THE MASK! YOU ARE WANTED FOR SUSPICIONS OF CONSPIRING WITH DARK MAGICS! SURRENDER NOW OR FACE THE CONSQUENCES!" the first guard shouted, proudly as he withdrew his blade, the two men standing behind him.

And all Artemis could do was blink. And stare.. and stare and stare...
Since the man before her was the head librarian. Her boss. And for some reason he was dressed up in full plate mail, minus his helm.

Shocked, Artemis took a step back, still holding her sword, which felt heavy and uncomfortable in one hand.
"Oh dear.. Lorant.."she began, voice wavering and whimpering. "I... I... don't know how to use a sword, but I can't seem to drop it. ANd.. that's... the head librarian. Why.. why is he in armor.. Oh dear, he looks very much like he might actually act on his words."
And it was true, the sword in her hand, it felt glued to her, so she did all that she could do and...

Continued to stare as fear prickled up her arm.

"L-Lorant? Is this some sort of dream?"

Really... what else could it be?