Chapter Ten
Awakening of the OldElly cried out, her screams unheard through the silence of the chamber. Raising her fists she pounded at the glass above her, drawing laboured breaths. Her hands came into focus as they struck against her prison. All movement ceased as she witnessed the black material which covered her flesh completely. Her mouth grew dry as her focus shifted through the glass to see the endless spiral of tomes. She knew this room. It was filled to capacity with ancient and forgotten literature, shelves upon shelves, books upon books, to the point she thought perhaps the tower itself had been constructed from them.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Her voice broke more with each repeated word as she resumed pounding on the surface, attempting to force the glass lid from the metal cas
