Library and Viridity
The wide expansion of books spread further and further around her as she spun about, this was amazing, and it filled her heart with joy and wonder, there was so much knowledge in this room, in this building. She didn't know where to start, when to fall into this wonder and amazing collection of old and new. Her hands moved about the books, her fingers moved across the spins of the books, she paused, she was so child like in her wonder as her eyes fell on a book and she moved slowly over and slowly pulled it out. The green book, no the viridity coloring of the book astounded her as she read the title. She frowned a little before slipping it back, gently, she could fell how old it was and the likely hood that it would have fallen apart in her small hands no matter how careful she was with it. Her fingers ran through her hair. A smile crept onto her lips, this place this library would keep her content for years. This would be her new home, Cynthia Orson knew where she'd learn more about her magic, she grabbed a few more books and moved to settle into a corner and curled up and began reading.
The True Magic inside the beholder can only be found if they let go of what held them to the world, that bound them.
She bit her lip at this as she closed her eyes, what bound her was her guilt, her guilt from the death of her parents, she blamed herself for their deaths, her guilt from killing those kids, from every little thing she did. The blonde took a deep breathe and stopped closing the book as a slow tear trickled down her face and dropped into her lap wetting her skirt. She shook her head, she wasn't weak, she was strong, she was powerful. She had tried to, however, to let go of that guilt but she couldn't, the screams still filled her ears, watching them in her dreams everynight stopped her from ever getting sleep every again. And she had to live with that, with that curse. Her insomnia, and she knew that because of those mistakes no one would love her, no one would trust her, and no one would understand her struggle. So instead of letting people in, she built a wall a wall that grew and grew over the years around her heart so no one could break it. No one could make her cry. And she knew that could happen if she let someone in.
She let go of everything of her emotions, she had to let them go to reach her full potential, she had to stop caring. She had no one left to care about now, they were gone, they were all gone and it was her fault, her fault because she cared. Everyone she ever loved died. It was as simple as that. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she clasped her hands together.