Petra followed the kind woman to the furthest corner of the library where enormous volumes were covered in what seemed like years of dust. People must have not looked at these volumes since before the wars started.

“Hold out our arms please.”
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“Oh um, alright.”[/color]

	As Petra extended her arms forward for the librarian, the shirt sleeve from her brown tunic inched up to reveal the scribblings on Petra’s forearm.

“What’s this now? Were you having a difficult time finding a scroll to write down your notes? I do have a few spare parcels-"

[color=f9ad81]“Oh no thank you. I was just jotting down a few thoughts. Nothing that can’t be remembered should it wash away.”[/color]

She timidly smiled at the librarian while pulling at the edge of her sleeve to help cover her wrists. Petra felt uncomfortable at the thought of sharing her thoughts with anyone so the idea of having to explain to this kind woman why Petra couldn’t stop thinking of her dream was slightly nerve wracking. She had come to Jeorva just as the dream had instructed and had patiently spent her time in the Academy. She was begin to feel antsy again like before when she had to wait to set off on her journey. This isn’t where she needed to be.
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“Please excuse me.”[/color]

She handed the volumes of books back to the startled librarian and headed straight for the exit. She knew reading those books weren’t going to bring her any closer to discovering why she was called her and who summoned her here in the first place. As she barreled through the large double doors, she looked inwardly on her instincts to where she should go next. There seemed to be a pull coming from the end of the hallway where a small group of people were gathered. Perhaps they could help explain the strange dream Petra couldn’t get off of her mind.