The Tales of the Guardians of Memories

I remember it well the big glowing halls the books no ones allowed to touch and the glowing memories coating the roof. Hey, my name is Lillian, and this is the story of how I died. Don't worry, it's not a bad story. it's just.. my story.and It begins in a small village that I once called home. a little girl cried as her grandfather dragged her by the arm and threw her into the snow. "get lost you worthless girl" he shouted and slammed the door to her home, the child sat in the snow her tears crystallising on her face she stood slowly "my bear" she said thinking of her little white teddy bear with a missing eye, "wait" she yelled and ran to bang on the door "my bear! I need my Bear, " she yelled, banging as hard as her little frozen hands could. she wandered away from that old house shaking from the cold. how she survived, no one knows, but she wondered for at least a month in that cold forest. she kept walking she didnt know where she was going, but she went high into the mountains. eventually, she came to a huge wall made of stone. she remembered the legends of the wall of challenges that her father used to tell her. She knew a little girl like her would never be able to pass the challenges and get past the wall. Along the side of the wall, there was a well tended hedge. She wondered if perhaps it would be warmer underneath that bush. She crawled underneath it and let out a sigh. It was warmer underneath that bush! She went to lean against the wall, but there was no wall there. She tumbled down a slope. Whether from hunger, cold, or her fall, I don't know, but the girl fell unconscious. When she came to, there was a boy leaning next to her. He was muttering to himself something about so little knowledge. He reminded her of her brother Rin. So she asked him, "Will you be my brother?" The boy looked at her with a sad frown and stood. The girl looked up at the boy. He had black hair and green eyes that seemed to glow. He wore a white shirt. He turned and picked up a large black sack that, like his eyes, seemed to glow. He also had what appeared to be a big black butterfly net. "Come with me," the boy said and began walking away. The girl, unsure if she would be able to stand, grabbed the end of his sack and was dragged along behind him. They went through a large door. The girl felt a small bump as she went through the door, leaving the snow and the cold behind. They walked through a long hall, which the girl realised was made up of shelves, and there must have been thousands of books. The little girl loved to read, so naturally, she reached out to grab one. Someone grabbed her by the wrist and lifted her into the air, and gently placed her back down in the middle of the hall away from either of the shelves. "Young ladies should know not to touch Ancient books." Said a man in a calm, smooth voice. "Writer, am I to assume that this child managed to pass Challenge?" The man addressed the boy sounding slightly shocked."Don't pretend to be surprised, Keeper. You and I both know you put that hole behind the hedge so someone would get past Challenge. " The boy called Writer said without emotion. The man smirked a childish smirk, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief he was wearing a long black cloak and some gloves he was holding a big dusting brush. He wasn't as pale as Writer, who under the bright lights of the library looked like a ghost. The little girl looked up at the man and asked, "Are you the butler?" He looked like the butler that had once worked for her parents. The man looked down at her and frowned he looked at Writer and said, "This child must be freezing. How long was she outside? " The man leaned down and said to the girl,"my name is Keeper. And im going to find you some warm clothes and something to eat. Okay?" The girl looked at Keeper and said "my names Lillian Rosebird. Could you please help me get my bear?" Yep, that girl was me. Keeper looked at me with a kind gentle smile and asked me if I had left the bear outside. I explained to him what had occurred with my grandfather and that my bear was still in my bedroom. Keeper explained to me that he was unable to leave the library and therefore was unable to retrieve my bear. And though I was disappointed, Keeper found a way to make me feel welcome. Writer said he needed to get back to work and left Keeper to take care of me. Guess they thought i was really little. Keeper gave me clean clothes and put me on a comfy couch next to a fire, which he told me was like the books young ladies shouldn't touch it, I explained to him that I had been around fires before and that I knew not to touch them. Keeper then asked me how old I was. "I'll be ten in a little while," I said tiredly with a yawn. "Ten!" He exclaimed."Why i thought you were much younger. Are you sure you're not six?" "No" I replied, leaning on the armchair of my coach. "im nine, but I'll be ten soon." I said, curling up on my couch. I fell asleep. When I woke up, there was a young man leaning down in front of me. "Hi Lillian, im Teller," he said "its time to wake up now, dinners ready, and you must be hungry." I sat up still feeling tired, I rubbed my eyes and said with a yawn,"Okay. Thank you for waking me." I smiled at Teller and slid down off my couch. Teller stood up and led the way through another hall of books. We walked for quite a while, Teller talked the whole time, and eventually, we reached a large room that looked a bit like a study. I could hear arguing as we entered. I saw Keeper standing near a table of food with a smug grin. There was another man standing in front of him looking furious. "Teller who's that?." I asked, looking at the brown eyed man."That's Challenge, my youngest brother."he replied. I was surprised and asked, "Isn't Writer your brother? " Teller laughed and told me."Writer is my oldest brother. He became a guardian when he was fourteen, but i was born almost two hundred years after that. And I didn't become a guardian till i was twenty-three." Again, I was surprised. I had been told, of course, that the guardians were hundreds of years old. But after meeting Writer, I had thought it just a myth, and yes, i was extremely naive, but what do you expect from a nine year old? Children back in my day would believe anything they were told.but in this case, it was a good thing because everything Teller told me was true. how do I know that? well, you'll just have to wait and find out, won't you? Anyway, where was I, oh right. The other two had turned and started watching us as soon as Teller had laughed. From what I remember, I was really scared of Challenge. Don't tell him I said that! "Good evening, Miss Rosebird. Did you sleep well?" Keeper said to me well Challenge stood beside him, scowling at me. "Um yea, I did. Where's Writer? " I asked, looking around for my brother. Yes, I had decided he was my brother. "Still working, im afraid my brother doesn't usually come down for dinner.but we can go annoy him after dinner if you would like." Keeper told me with that same mischievous smile I had seen earlier. Challenge growled. "You shouldn't bother Writer while he is working." "Oh, don't worry, Challenge. Writer won't think of us as a bother." Keeper said with a calm smile. Challenge looked like he was about to argue, but then Writer said, "If i was working, you would be bothering, but im having a five minute break. Keeper, stop provoking Challenge. Challenge stop being mean to Lillian she's not the one who put a hole in your wall. She just happened to be the human who found it." I'm sure he would have said more, but I had run and jump hugged him," he stumbled a little, then asked me if I was nine. Why do I act like I'm three. It was exactly what Rin would have said, and though I tried very hard not to, I started crying. Once I had stopped crying, Writer told me he had to get back to work. I realised I had been hugging him for almost an hour, and the food had mostly gone cold. The others had already eaten. "Aren't you going to eat?"I asked him, wiping my eyes. Writer smiled, shook his head, and left "ill Bring something up to you!" Teller called after him, which made Keeper look sad. I walked over to the table, and Keeper dished up some food for me. "So. Do you have a question? Or did you find this place by accident? " Teller asked of me. I knew the legends. If you get past the wall, then you have to ask one question: If the answer has been discovered by someone, whether they died thousands of years ago or a little while ago. Their memories are stored here. Therefore, the answers to many questions are also stored here. But if no answer has been discovered, then the question can not be answered, and you'll have to pass the wall again when there is an answer but if you dont ask a question then you have to leave. I didn't want to leave i didn't have anywhere to go. Looking back, I know they wouldn't have kicked me out, but i didn't know that at the time. So i tortured Teller instead. " I already asked Writer my question. " I said it wasn't a lie. I had asked a question. It just wasn't something I had planned to ask. "What did you ask him? I'll give you an answer. " Teller said excitedly "sorry its bad luck to ask your question more than once." Again, not a lie, though, not many of the legends say that, there are a few. Teller stared at me while I stuffed my mouth full of potatoes. Then he got up and filled up a plate with delicious meats and vegetables and potatoes. Then he left. I assume to talk to Writer. I really hoped Writer wouldn't tell him what I'd asked and have me kicked out for asking such a stupid question. After dinner, I went back to my couch and fell asleep. When I woke up, there was a blue glowing orb hovering in front of me. I sat up staring at it. In its reflection, I saw a woman crying. I reached out to touch it, but right before I did, a big black net swiped it away from me. "You're not allowed to touch those." Writer told me seriously "Isn't that one of the lights from the roof? Why is it blue?" I asked, surprised by the speed the net had come and gone. I watched as Writer gently used the net to place the glowing orb light in his big sack. I briefly saw the inside of the sack. There were hundreds of glowing blue light orbs inside it. "Why do so many break?" I asked as Writer closed the sack. Writer sighed and answered "there not broken there, just finished .