It is dawn, and they are debating on what to do with Adela.
She completely shattered every glass thing in the Crescent Tower with her scream, including everything in her room. She could seriously hurt herself. After sending word to the Wings, it was confirmed the entire kingdom heard her scream of Atticus, and a few neighboring villages reported hearing it as well. It also happened to be every glass thing in that radius was shattered also, and neighboring kingdoms had cracks.
Adela was idly listening to them speak.
"She is getting stronger. We don't know how much longer that curse will hold. The manacles weren't enough to stop this from happening, and they are the strongest in every kingdom."
"We could take her out of her quarters, just while we replace the glass and clean up."
"With her power, she could seriously injure someone."
"It will be fine. Tomorrow, she won't even remember this. It will be all forgotten."
"I suppose."
A man walked that Adela hadn't seen before. He had a sharp jawline and long black hair. He grabbed her arm and tugged her off of her window seat, towards the door. Her manacles were heavy, but for some reason, they didn't feel like very much effort on her today.
"We are going down in the Tower to the library. You are to say nothing and do nothing, and then you will return." He instructed.
Adela nodded listlessly. She couldn't remember where she had heard the word 'library' before.
He sighed and grabbed a new chain to attach to her cuffs after she had disintegrated the last one.
"Who are you?" Adela finally asked.
He started, then looked at her in surprise. "I suppose you wouldn't remember me. I'm Gregory."
"I can't remember what a library is." She said quietly.
"It's a place filled with books."
She nodded. "Why is going out of the Tower such a big deal?"
Gregory sighed. "The Crescent Tower is rather large, and filled with people. You are not meant to see those people."
"Why?" Adela asked, but he didn't speak further. It irked her.
"Why can't I see them?" She asked more forcefully.
When Gregory didn't reply, she dug her feet into the ground, forcing them to stop moving. "Why can't I go see people?"
Gregory shook his head.
Adela raised her voice, and her cuffs started to glow faintly red. "Why am I not allowed to see the people in this tower? Don't I live here?"
"Hush." He said sharply.
"No!" Adela said loudly, shaking her head. "Why can't I see people?"
He whirled on her angrily. "Because you aren't one of them!"
Instead of replying, Adela's face blanked as she studied his. It was slightly flushed, and his pupils had contracted slightly. He was annoyed by her questioning.
"I'm not a person?" She finally asked.
Gregory shook his head. "I shouldn't have said that. Just be quiet and don't make a scene in the library."
Adela nodded. Any further pushing and he might snap in a less graceful way. She followed him down a staircase, into a hallway with white marble floors. Adela was fascinated by the swirls of the stone, and stopped walking to look at them.
"What are you doing?" Gregory asked. He didn't sound mad, just tired.
"The marble is beautiful." Adela said suddenly.
"How do you know it's marble?" Gregory asked cautiously.
Adela looked up and met his eyes. "How do you know the walls are stone?"
His face blanched, and he looked slightly scared. Adela was about to ask why, but he simply grabbed her arm and set her to walking again.
After a little bit, they stopped in front of huge oak double doors that went floor to ceiling.
"Why aren't they black iron, like my doors?" She asked.
Gregory turned to her. "Wait here, and do exactly nothing."
Adela nodded and he walked in, leaving her alone in front of the doors.
Adela looked at her manacles, and remembered the faint glowing from the previous night. Wait, previous night? What happened?
She couldn't remember anything about last night. When she tried harder to reach for the memories, they seemed just out of her grasp, hidden in the mist of her mind.
What was she doing again?
Adela couldn't remember, so she decided to go through the huge double doors in front of her, pushing them open with ease.
Inside, it was marvelous.
The ceilings stretched over fifty feet tall, and there were rows upon rows of bookcases almost touching it. Adela was amazed at it all, and blankly realized the floors were carpeted, and not cold like the marble outside.
She wandered over to the first bookcase she saw, scanning the titles of the tomes. They looked fascinating. Adela wandered over to the next one and saw a multitude of colorful spines. She read each of them, and paused on two books right next to each other, each baby blue.
"Adela, Atticus." She read. Why was her name on a book?
Atticus.
Atticus was leaning forward on the ground, arms wrapped around himself. His tears mixed with the pouring rain. His face was scrunched up in pain.
"Adela, come back." He whispered.
Atticus.
Who was Atticus?
Adela felt dizzy, and swayed a little. Her manacles suddenly seemed heavier.
"Adela, come back."
He whispered it in her ear, over and over and over again. Soon all she could see was him crouched in the rain. It was all she could hear. She needed Atticus. Atticus needed her.
"Adela, come back."
Adela clutched her ears. He wouldn't stop saying it. He was crouched in the rain. He wanted her to return. Return from where?
Thoughts and memories warred in her head, as Atticus tried to push his way through. Where had she heard Atticus? Who was Atticus?
"Adela, come back."
Adela sank to the floor, now clutching her head. Atticus. He needed her. She needed him. How? Why?
Unseen by her, Adela's chains glowed a red brighter than ever before. The chains holding them together disintegrated, and the edges of her chains before melting away into dust as well. They burned.
Adela wanted to burn.
"Where did she go?" Gregory hissed.
Adela heard him, but didn't take notice.
"Adela?" Atticus whispered into her ear.
With a final flash, brighter than anything she had ever seen before, Adela's chains disintegrated just as the chains. She was free.
Painful knowledge flooded her mind.
Atticus was the undying chant in her head.
Adela, the final of the nine gods and goddesses of the galaxy, the Goddess of Chaos, stood in the Moon Kingdom, a murderous intent glinting in her eyes.