Katala
One day before…
“This is by far the lamest birthday ever,” stated Nira, blowing one of her red curls away from her face. She focused her arctic blue eyes on me and lifted an eyebrow while I closed the book I’d been reading and opened another one. Then she looked at the small monk seated by my side, who was too lost in his reading to pay her any attention. Rolling her eyes, Nira pushed herself up off her chair and took the book from Didoka’s hands, making the monk protest in surprise.
“What are you doing Nira?” asked Didoka, narrowing his slanted yellow eyes at my cousin. Didoka was by far the best thing that had happened to us during our lonely year at the Hidden Library. He had arrived a couple of months ago to start his training into the Order of Silence. It took ten lo
