The Great Elemental. Chapter 1.

[andufusthebronze]

Chapter one: The Topaz Librarian.

 

 

 

Harsh rays pounded SarahÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s closed eye lids, rushing through the clear glass of the windows, ferociously lighting the room. Opening her eyes, Sarah was temporarily blinded as she fumbled to close the curtains. Hesitating a moment to allow her eyes to adjust, Sarah let the duvet fall from her as she stood up; which crumpled into a heap on the floor. Running a hand through her hair, she quickly scanned the room she was in. Nothing was different, but it was all so messy she could hardly recognise her furniture; she had been really unorganised recently. Especially now, as what she needed was rather plain and didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t stand out, she was really going to put the effort in and search. Her librarians bracelet always found a way to hide itself in inconvenient nooks and crannies of the apartment, a great irritation to Sarah, but would always turn up eventually.

 

The mess she just about called her bedroom was small, yet not quite cosy. It was in actuality a reasonably sized room, but with SarahÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s clutter it looked ridiculously small. She didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t really mind, because it was all her belongings, making it a very familiar atmosphere for her to rest in. After stretching merrily and rubbing her eyes the hunt began. It was practically a weekly routine, but she half enjoyed it. Sarah lived by the motto that organised people where just too lazy to look for things.

 

Pictures, mostly photographs or paintings, lined three of the walls; all of the paintings where of her mother, the photographs where of friends and old holidays. SarahÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s mum had died seven years ago, which had been a massive blow to her; she had hero worshipped her mum even more than most young daughters. Her father always reminded Sarah how proud her mother would be if she could see her now. It wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t often Sarah painted, but when she did it was always of her mother. An eastern earth user with dark skin and beautiful features. She looked incredibly pretty in the paintings, more so in the photographs, but in SarahÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s memory she was a beaming angel of beauty. Because of her father always telling her mum that she was pretty, Sarah had a need for it to be true.

 

 

 

Other than a bed, and an old oak dresser that was apparently a family heirloom of some sort, SarahÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s bedroom couldÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve practically been an office. There was a desk in one of the corners, lined with dust and piled with books that had yet to be read; the rest of her room was a brawl of crumpled paper, hand-mirrors and dirty clothes. The hand mirrors where for a project of hers that she always put off and when given another mirror would put it on the floor and say sheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬Åget to it laterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[Xewleer]

Very good, I'm afraid I could not visualize the character, but I could see the scenery very well, I will look forward, like I do to many stories, for the next chapter.

 

 

 

Varrock Library is my favorite space, not too large, not too small...