The Reluctant Queen

Scripts Of Truth

Making the sound again, Leaf feels once again the action Lyra does. She can't describe the feeling, for she can't see what Lyra is doing, and she doesn't want to be rude to her friend. Yet, it's still some nerve to surprise her like this. 

''Lyra..I..ahh, what are you doaahhing?'', once again she makes the sound she can't describe. Lyra does the action once more. ''I'm giving you, a bit of my feelings'' she hears Lyra whisper in her ear, turning her sight to the right, she can catch a slight glimpse of Lyra. ''f.feelings?'' she whispers, not sure what she means by that. ''Don't worry, it's nothing to think about yet, for you have a library to go through''. 

Slowly turning to look straight, it's only then she gets to see the..layers, of scripts and pages laying around. She finds herself staring in awe, at the columns that are lined next to each other, with a statue carved into the wall above it, almost like..it's a guardian. The statues, all have a different pose than the next. 

To the extreme left, she can see a warrior, or what she thinks is a warrior. A spear is in his hand along with a shield, he seems rather masculine. ''That..who is that Lyra?'' she whispers, still feeling herself in awe at how they have made this library. ''That? Leaf, don't you recognise him?''. Recognise him? Does she know him? He doesn't have features she can remember to have ever seen. 

''no? Is it anybody I know?'' she asks carefully, not knowing whether she is very dumb or just not informed enough. Turning her gaze back to Lyra, who lets out a chuckle at her. ''Leaf, that, is your father. Aaron''. Leaf feels her eyes rise in shock. Is that, that soldier, her father? She turns to look at the statue, it doesn't resemble him. His face, she can't see it due to being too far away. ''But..he doesn't look like..like I knew him''. ''Oh Leaf, that is only what the people remember him for'' Lyra says, making Leaf turn to her again. How does she know this? Was she out there in the field or what? ''The people remember him for his defense of them. Don't you remember? He went out to crush the threats towards them in the lands outside the borders, and came back a man we wouldn't do without''. Leaf feels herself shocked, this is not how she remembers her father. 

''But..if that's how they saw him..and not how I saw him..was there something I missed?'' she thinks to herself. Turning back to the statue, she wants a closer look. ''Am I allowed to have a closer look?''. ''Why of course Leaf, why not ask earlier so you could see that it is him?''. Fair point Leaf thinks, as Lyra let's her out of her grip. 

Now able to walk again, Leaf takes careful steps towards the statue of her father. The floor is made of what appears to be some kind of white rock she hasn't seen before. It looks like glass, but not see through. She doesn't know how to explain it, but, a mirror, stuck to a gorgeous looking smooth rock. ''They really weren't kidding when they said The Royal Library'' she thinks to herself.

Coming face to face with the statue, she begins seeing a resemblance. This statue, tho looking bronze now, she can see in the face, this, is her father. She places her right hand on her mouth, he must have posed long for the sculptors to have been able to make this..this masterpiece. His eyes, tho dead looking, she knows that in them when he was alive, there was some burning determination to do what was needed. 

She remembers it now, this has to be when he was younger. For there is some facial features she never saw him with. Here, he has a beard going from his chin down to his mouth. ''When I saw him, he was clean shaven'' she thinks to herself. In front of his shield however, there lies a glasschest. Inside, she sees a..a scroll? Above the scroll which looks very long, there bears a name. ''Aaron Of Galicia, A warrior with the heart of justice''. She sees that these letters must have been forged, there is no way they are made from silk or papyrus. Every single letter, is made in blank silver. ''Dad..'' she places her right hand on the case. The glass is cold, but she now remembers once again, she was not ready to lose him.