Author's note: this chapter is from Seraphina's point of view
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I was immersed in the books and I didn't realize the time passing.
The stories about werewolves, harpies, vampires, griffons, ghosts, and many others were fairytales filled with horror, and I was unable to stop reading. I was irritated by the inconsistency in the information, and I assumed that most of these were written down by humans who encountered these creatures; it is safe to say that more than half is based on the writer's imagination and the other half on fear, but still… it was the only thing I got, so I gulped down hungrily every word these books offered, no matter how unbelievable it was.
It was late afternoon when the door of the library opened.
I didn't look up, thinking that it's Maria, calling me for dinner. Without her reminding me that it's mealtime, I would probably skip eating. She brought me snacks occasionally and I appreciated her thoughtfulness.
