My Learning Library Novels & Stories

Across the room, Lila was humming as she tried to braid her hair. "Morning," she said. "You look terrible." "I feel terrible." "Progress." I threw a pillow at her, and she laughed. Somehow, her laugh made the room feel normal again. After breakfast, I skipped training for the first time since arriving at Grimhalden. I went to the library. It stood at the oldest end of the academy, hidden beneath stained-glass windows that painted the stone floor in blue and gold. The place smelled of dust and old paper, exactly the kind of place where forgotten things waited. An elderly librarian glanced at me over tiny spectacles.

No floor you could sit on because you chose to instead of because you had nowhere better to be. "The library," I said. "What about it?" "Caspian has about four hundred years of collected books on every possible subject. History. Magic theory. Pack dynamics. Politics. Things I haven't been able to identify yet because the language is older than anything I've studied." I looked at her. "You said you wanted to learn things they didn't teach you." She was very still.

She quickly washed up, made herself a simple breakfast, and packed her laptop, heading to the library to get some work done. The campus was quiet on Saturdays, and the library nearly empty. Lyla found a seat by the window, opened the first student paper, and began reviewing it. She hadn’t been working long when a voice behind her broke the silence. “So many grammar mistakes. If I were your teacher, I would’ve s/panked you already.” Lyla’s heart jumped, and she spun around in her chair, only to meet the mocking gaze of the Shadow Master.

“Here, you’ll find half the school pretending to study on the lawn during exam week.” “There’s a lawn?” Milo asked, looking around. “There!” She pointed. Students lounged in groups, some playing Frisbee, others lying on blankets reading or talking. “It feels like a mini town square,” I added. “That’s the idea,” Ava said proudly. “It’s where everything meets; arts, sciences, drama, gossip, heartbreak…you name it.” We continued walking, cutting through a stone path that curved behind the auditorium. “Next…The Library of Hills.” Ava spread her hands as we approached the tall, modern building made of glass panels that reflected the sky. “This is where your soul will stay for the next four years.

~IVY~ The library has become our second classroom at this point. We go there almost everyday. The academy's purpose is for its students to have access to a wide range of knowledge through reading, not to confine the students to just it's regular curriculum. But almost every student I know is doing everything but reading. The library is more of a free period, to catch up on assignments, gist and for some, to make out. Me? I'm mostly in the library to find whatever I can on the Ebon Testament and so far, I've got nothing.

“Thank you, Lily. I’ll call again if there’s anything or you can call me… Goodbye.” After hanging up, I noticed there was a new message from Lucas and he gave me the directions to meet him inside the library. I was able to kill two hours just wandering around campus and as lonely as it was looking around I was able to wait until I thought it was time for me to head towards the library. I took my time making my way to the second floor where they have private study rooms and looked for the room two-hundred and eight that Lucas informed me to meet. I wondered if this study group would help me, but I had to do something before this feeling of giving up grows stronger and maybe the extra focus on

"Because it's the one we go to, sil y. Plus, we've got the Library of Antiquities. None of the other branches has a library like ours, especial y not one with as many artifacts. " At the academy, students learned about gods, goddesses, warriors, myths, magic, and monsters from every culture in the world-Greek, Norse, Roman, Japanese, Chinese, Native American, Egyptian, Indian, Russian, Irish, African, and al the others out there. I supposed it made sense there would be other branches, other schools, located throughout the world.

For the first time, I understood the meaning of ‘Jesus Loves’. “This is a library of mind. By simply reflecting on a topic, all knowledge of that topic will come to you, including the visuals,” his words reached me from another realm, “Here, in this vast storehouse of knowledge, you can learn about anybody in history and know everything that is important and relevant to you. There aren’t any books; neither is there any need for memorization.” I felt the release of his hands, and looked around the psychic library. I didn’t want to leave and looked at him imploringly.

Residual horror movie, or terrified of assassins coming into your house. I was getting angry so I decided to stop the letter abruptly and take a shower, get my stuff together, and take a cab back to campus. You have made these last few weeks special for me, and I will treasure the good memories. The lesson. The firsts. I will miss you, but please let me go. Always, Iris.