[Sarah]

xxxY L L E S I
─────────────────── [ #1A1925 The Keeper ] ─

Seeing a holy place in ruins was not new to Yllesi. Most of his career involved restoring old places to their former glory. This place… This was the one place he could not get his hands on. It had been abandoned and no one was going to come back to claim it. If he didn’t know any better he’d say everyone forgot the place even existed.

[Sarah]

xxxP H E S I E L
─────────────────── [ #6E0C9F Noble Librarian ] ─

“Why are we here?” Phesiel asked. It was one of only a few rare times that he had brought his daughter along with him while he worked. Normally there were a few projects going on at once, and there was always the Library to return to. They did not get to work together because of everything that had to be overseen.

[Sarah]

“We’re here to experience history,” Yllesi replied. The answer was intentionally unhelpful. Their own place held a powerful otherworldly magic. No other place that he knew held the same magic, and there were only a handful of places he’d been with the same amount of power. Yllesi had not yet been able to gauge whether or not this old cathedral held that kind of importance.

[Sarah]

There was an aura to the grounds, but nothing he could place. It was almost as if something wanted to be powerful here but had gone elsewhere. Perhaps power had once been in this place, vast god-like power, but it was long gone.

“You want to know if this place is like the Library,” Phesiel deduced correctly. “You could always ask,” she pointed out.

[Sarah]

“The Library is volatile. We know next to nothing about what it is, and I don’t think even the Library knows of its origins,” Yllesi said. He was in another room from his daughter. She had a greater sense of the spiritual, while his powers were more grounded in physical feeling. His fingers were tracing the cracks and inscriptions while she surveyed the other rooms on an almost other plane of existence.

[Sarah]

“You don’t trust the Library,” Phesiel said. Her statement sounded almost like a question and almost like she was surprised. Her relationship with the Library – a being called Hallowed – was far more real than her father’s. She had experienced the being in the physical and spiritual world while she was uncertain if her father had ever even felt Hallowed presence beyond what any celestial being felt.

[Sarah]

From the other room Phesiel could only hear disgruntled mumbling. Their conversation was getting too close to admitting the Library was a sentient being. The topic had always set Yllesi off and Phesiel didn’t approach it anymore. Given their location and what exactly her father was looking for… he was broaching the subject of his own volition. Phesiel only needed time and her father would come to her when he was ready.

[Sarah]

She stood silently in the room she’d chosen. Her spiritual search had finished soon after they’d set foot on the grounds. Long ago this place had been one of power, but not anymore. Whatever or whoever her father was looking for had vacated just as long ago. The lingering magic was interesting to interact with, but it would yield no more answers than what they already had.

[Sarah]

“Have you found anything new?” Phesiel asked. She wandered from the room she was in to the one her father had settled into. He looked like he was in a trance. His eyes white and movements supernaturally charged. A horror scene for any stranger coming up on them, but to her it looked like he was only confirming for himself that there was nothing left here.

[Sarah]

“I should be asking you that,” Yllesi chuckled. He turned his all-white eyes to her and stopped his movements along the wall.

“Whatever was here left. You know that as well as anyone else that has come here,” Phesiel replied. The next course she could see would be research. Where had the power gone? If the answers weren’t here, then perhaps they had been recorded somewhere.