Adilyn became obsessed with slicing a chunk off her fungus, but Nar shot Breana a grateful look.
I swallowed my last mouthful of meatroll and stood.
As Breana stood with me, she glanced at the clock on the wall. “We’ve still got a while before the lecture. Are you going for a walk?”
“There’s time for a swim,” Leah suggested with an arched brow. “Do you guys swim?”
“We can teach them,” Nar offered.
“No swimming. I’m going to the library.” I wanted to learn everything I could about the sword.
Leah wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. You’re no fun at all.”
Sid, however, perked right up. “I’ll come with you. I know every section of that place. I can help you out.” He glanced at Adilyn, who waved a hand at him.
“I’m going up for a second helping,” the Faerie said. “See you in class.”
For someone who spent a lot of time at only two inches tall, she certainly packed away the food. Sid and Breana followed me out into the hall, and as we descended the stairs, she asked, “So what are we looking for?”
“Cara was going to show me a book that talked about this sword,” I said. “She told me it had a long history, and it’s time I found out more about it.”
“There are runes on the blade,” Breana mused. “If we could read them, that might help.”
Sid took the lead, and we trailed after him into the library. The Anisau bypassed the tables and took us straight into the rows of shelves.
Moments later, we were loaded down with an assortment of books on ancient weapons. We staggered back to the table and dropped them onto it.
“Okay, let’s see the runes,” Sid stated as we sat down.
I spotted the problem right away. “They only appear when I first draw it.”
“I saw them when you used it to tap into the lodestone, too,” Breana said.
“Yep, but I’m not going to do that here,” I took off the sword, complete with scabbard, and laid it on the table.
“We need a photo of it when the runes show,” Breana stated.
“I think Petre is here somewhere.” Sid rose again, and disappeared down one of the aisles.
Who the hell was Petre? I met Breana’s equally confused gaze, and shrugged.
“Is there anything Cara told you that might be useful?” she asked.
I thought back. “She said it was forged almost five thousand years ago. Said the creators of it no longer walk the realms—so their species is extinct. And that it has had multiple bearers.”
Her brows rose. “Fivethousandyears?”
I nodded, and we started arranging the books, setting aside those that featured weapons of the right age range.
When Sid reappeared, he opened his huge hand to reveal a small boxlike object.
“A Polaroid camera!” exclaimed Breana. “I’ve only ever seen one other. Where did you get it?”
“The librarian here has a few of them,” the Anisau said. “He uses them to catalogue historical artifacts. The batteries are hard to get through the gates—only one in three manages it, so the cameras are very expensive. Says the film is pricey, too, so keep shots to a minimum.”
“Where does he get his supplies?” Breana asked with interest.
“There’s a vendor at the Richin market who deals with things from the human realm,” Sid said. “I want to check him out. Would love one of these, myself.”
