Eveline was walking down a long dark hallway. The corridors were completely empty. It didn’t look like they had been used in years. Eveline made her way down the long, twisting corridors, deep into the unused part of the castle.
She walked down to the very end of the corridor. She pushed open the door and slipped in quietly. A desk sat in the middle of the room. There was a crack and a book floated into the air.
Eveline jerked herself awake and pushed herself up in her chair. She rolled her head from side to side to try and get out the kinks that sleeping in that position for so long had caused.
The only light in the room came from the flickering candles that had been lit earlier. Joshua fast asleep, slumped in a chair with an open book laying on his chest. Eveline silently stood up and left the library.
She crept down the hallway, keeping against the shadowed walls so no one would see her. She made her way down the corridors and into the unused part of the castle. Her dream was nagging at her, and she felt she needed to find out if that room really did exist.
She went through the hallways, finally finding the corridor that resembled the corridor she had seen in her dream. She tried to follow the corridor the same way that she had in her dream, but it didn’t end up in success.
She made a few wrong turns until she was so lost she didn’t know which way was up. She wandered around for what seemed like hours before she finally made her back to the right corridor. She stood there, trying to remember exactly the way she went in her dream.
She stayed pressed up against the walls, and she finally made it to the hallway with the door. She hurried toward it. She tried to open the door, but it was stuck. She wiggled the doorknob, and leaned all her weight onto the door.
It opened suddenly, causing Eveline to fall into the room and onto the floor. She picked herself up, and dusted herself off. She was in some kind of office. Bookcases lined two of the walls. Two chairs sat on a rug in the middle of the room. She headed straight for the desk that was on the opposite side of the room.
She sat down in the dusty desk chair and ran her fingers against the ledge of the desk. Her fingers finally found what they were looking for. She pushed the catch until she heard a click. She ducked under the desk and saw a gap. She grabbed onto it, and using what strength she could muster, she pushed down on it.
There was a loud crack that caused her to glance around. She quickly took out the book that was placed there. It was dark and covered in dust. It must have been there a long time. It was made of leather with a leather string wrapped around it.
She brushed as much of the dust off of the journal before she carefully untied the leather string that was keeping it closed. The paper was yellowed and browned with age. The words on the page were faded and the handwriting was hard to decipher.
She closed the journal and re-tied it with the string before slipping out of the room, and making her difficult way back through the castle and into her room.
She went to her bed, and curled up. Gently, so as not to tear the pages, she flipped through the journal. She kept her nose pressed against the journal, trying to decipher what had been written in it. She was only a few pages in when Harper walked into the room. As Harper walked into the room, Eveline shoved the journal underneath her pillow.
“What’s going on?” Harper asked, her eyebrows raising.
“Nothing,” Eveline said, trying to keep the guilt from seeping into her voice.
“Lying isn’t one of your strong suits Eveline,” Harper said, coming to the bed and sitting on the edge of it.
Eveline looked down at her hands, as she played with them.
“So,” Harper said, looking intently at Eveline, “What is going on?”
“Nothing,” Eveline repeated.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” Harper asked, “I want to help you, so let me help you. Now, what did you hide when I walked in the room?”
Eveline deliberately pulled out the journal and placed it in Harper’s hands.
“What is it?” Harper asked.
“A journal that I found in a forgotten part of the castle.”
“You aren’t supposed to be up and around yet,” Harper scolded.
“Yeah, well,” Eveline sighed, “I’m used to being sick. I can’t let that hold me back from what I need to do. If I did I would never get anything done.”
“Fine,” Harper relented.
Harper opened the journal, and gently flipped through it.
“Wow,” Harper sighed as she finished flipping through it.
“Yeah,” Eveline said, “I feel like there is something important hidden in here, and I just have to find it.”
“Okay,” Harper said handing the journal over to Eveline, “You read through it and find what you need to find, but stay in bed.”
“Yes ma’am,” Eveline said giving a mock salute.
Harper laughed and hit Eveline gently. She walked to the door, and looked back before leaving Eveline to scour through the journal.