Bella stayed inside the room for a couple of hours before she started to feel hungry. She couldn't sleep at all, even though her mind was considerably tired and her eyes aching from reading the memoir of the first Guardian over and over again. They were pointing her towards something, but that something was a thing that Bella couldn't figure out. She continued rereading the lines, hoping that a thought which would lead her to realizing something would pop into her mind, but unfortunately, there were no such thoughts that arose.
Sighing, Bella pulled on the bell and rang it. Almost instantly, the lock clanked and the door clicked open. Lia came into Bella's view.
"Hey, umm... I'm hungry," Bella whispered while looking down at the book in her hands. Lia smiled at her.
"I'll call the chef
