Lexia Skleara strolled through the Guider's fort during the night. She was alone, and the never-ending, hollow hallways were empty and dark. She could barely even see without the light of her tiny candle that she held close to her chest, as if it were something that she held dear. Lexia didn't feel exhausted at all, and she didn't wish to go to her bed like all the others did many hours ago; it was long after midnight.
Lexia's candle blew out, and she dug into the pocket of her shorts and quickly struck a match. The fire casted an eerie shadow on the walls, transforming into monsters that snagged at her legs; but she simply ignored them. She could hear several trees outside rustle and moan loudly in the soft wind, and she continued.
She ventured into a room that was spread out, large enough that a dragon could fit inside with spare area to walk. Pillars decorated the edges of the walls, and tables were placed in various corners. She wandered in the middle and glanced around herself.
A left book on the table caught Lexia's eye, and she sat down and inspected it. The language was obviously different than modern Skylo, but it appeared as a mix between ancient Skylo and Elvish. Lexia opened the novel and tried to read, but couldn't make sense of a single word on the first page. She remembered that Artemis' main language was English, and she wrote it down on paper for her to see what it looked like. The book's words appeared very similar.
Luckily, there were pictures. They depicted a musician marrying a fairy, but the fairy was killed by a snake's poison. The musician was so disheartened that the music that he played on his harp made even the gods of his world feel like something beautiful was lost to them. But the musician was not defeated; he journeyed to the underworld to save his love and convinced the underworld's rulers that he could take her back to the world of the living. There was only one condition: he must not look back at his love's spirit until they reach the trees. But the musician was tempted to see if the fairy was there, but then she vanished back into the dead.
Lexia frowned and tapped her fingers, disappointed by the ending. She closed the book and laid her head on the table, feeling the effects of ignoring how tired she actually was. Lexia's breathing began to slow, and she was lulled to sleep.