An Illusion
Rhayne opened her eyes. She listened to the silence in her room for a few moments, letting her jumbled thoughts settle down. Lately, she had trouble sleeping. There was an air of uneasiness clustered around her, like an annoying bubble that wouldn’t dissapear, no matter how much she waved it away. She heaved her legs off the edge of the bed and sat up. Trailing her hands through her messy hair, she took a deep breath and cracked her neck, alleviating the built up strain that came from her not-so-soft pillow. One would think that being a Librarian Aspirant came with certain perks such as soft beds, but that was not always the case. She stood up, did a few stretches with her arms lifted above her head and headed for the bathroom. Her room was cluttered with different scrolls and parchments of paper that had Ruhric Symbols scribbled all over them. She called it her “creative mess”, but in reality, she felt too lazy to tidy up her room and organize her documents. Her teachers would call ...