Souldust

The room was dead silent; you could hear a pin drop from a distance. In almost twelve hours, the only sound that denounced the presence of a living being was a light sigh; other than that, there was the sound of a huge pendulum clock, and the feather scraping the paper for almost eleven consecutive hours in a rapid and repetitive pace. The place was huge, dimly lit, the windows were shuttered and the only sources of light were some enchanted candles. Ylvar was on her foot, leaning on the beautiful wooden desk. Above it, there was a hardcover book nicely tied with a cerulean bow. Her hard work was there, soaked in every one of its pages, summarized and sublimed in just a little book of… ¿what? Some one hundred and odd pages handwritten in the ancient language of the knowledge. She tapped rhythmically the hard surface as looked at the clock like it was a fiend. “It’s done father, I’ll follow your steps” she whispered while clutching the pendant that hanged of her neck. As she could hear some footsteps getting near the barrier that was set around the room she tensed, but nonetheless ignored the presence that, indecisive, stopped in front of her door. The young girl on the other hand, decided to look at the nothingness in front of her, literally; the barrier made it impossible to look outside, nor cheat in any way. Not that she would think of it. Feeling her own tension, she closed her eyes and let the energy flow through her body like a palpable current, making it go away into the air. As always… The area around her started to get lighter, it became easier to breathe, the light surrounded her and she could feel it in her skin. Ylvar opened her eyes and she was no more in the prison-like place where she took her examination. She was at her home. Her home.  Inside of her memories.