Within the depths of the massive Library, past the last well lit rows of book shelves, there lays a section that has not seen the light of day in.. Well. Not since the last time the Library had been called upon to aid in the Grail war. Here, the walls laid in blackened soot, the wallpaper cracked and damaged by flame that once took these halls. Bookshelves lay in shambles, crumpled remains of books that used to hold countless worlds of knowledge now lost. The mark of war had even touched this sacred place, despite it's guardian's best efforts.
A sore spot of pride.
Ancient eyes creaked open, dusty with age but still some light that glowed within.
"... I have.. Visitors.." It's voice, velvet in the darkness caressed the ruins like an old friend.
Creaks and pops resounded off the dried damaged wood as the creature stirred within.
"..Best go see if they mean to cause trouble.."
A sore spot of pride.
Ancient eyes creaked open, dusty with age but still some light that glowed within.
"... I have.. Visitors.." It's voice, velvet in the darkness caressed the ruins like an old friend.
Creaks and pops resounded off the dried damaged wood as the creature stirred within.
"..Best go see if they mean to cause trouble.."