Her crimson hair swarm widely, as she flipped some pages of her book. I inhaled nervously.
What was she doing telling me to be free?
I pressed my lips firmly, deciding to do as she said. Maybe she’ll tell me what I needed to know.
“S-sure,”
I muttered, reaching for the books in the shelf. My hands scanned through before taking one of them in my hands. I carefully observed it, as I did.
Maybe it was a hint? Or was it?
The book I took had an old brownish cover. It seemed dusty and ancient. But surprisingly, it was locked. With a padlock and it seemed like it needed a key.
“It’s locked, Lady Archer.”
“Yes dear, it is.”
“For now, though. It’s left to you to open it; I’ve played my part.”
“But I don’t have the key. How do I unlock it?” I asked frightfully.
What if the answer to every
