As humans we always keep surviving, but there is a difference between surviving and living.

One day your life just starts; whether that means finding your calling, finding your true love, or starting your legend.

We all have a power inside of us; everyone is valuable in some way. Some people are born knowing, others learn, some never do.

Your life will start one day, you will learn who you are, and you will find your place in the universe.


It was a cloudy morning in London; the sunrise was barely visible, though despite the cold dreary weather the city was very much awake. Businessmen rushed to get to meetings, tourists went this way and that, and the Londoners went on with their lives as usual. One particular Londoner was very much oblivious to her surroundings.

"It is absolutely ridiculous! Why do we have to buy a new book that we'll probably only use for one week, and then I will have wasted money I could have used for shoes!" The girl said to her boyfriend through the phone. She sighed and asked, "maybe we can go to l'arrêt de temps café afterwards?" The girl turned the corner, too busy to notice the blue police box that had just materialized, and kept walking. The Library was only a block away now. "Well then, see you later! Love you, bye!" The girl hung up, and walked into the library.

The library was absolutely beautiful. It had a grand chandelier and split off into two levels, which were connected by two grand staircases. The top level had tall stained glass windows and bookcase after bookcase of novels, atlases, dictionaries, reference books, children's stories, etc., whereas the bottom level had about twenty computers and a front desk. Too preoccupied by texting, the Londoner did not notice how elegant the layout was.

"Hello!" A middle aged brunette greeted, lifting her head up from behind the desk. She had wavy hair down to her shoulders, a pointy nose, and curious big brown eyes. "Can I help you with anything?" She inquired, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"What? Oh, hi! My name's Brittany, and…um…I'm looking for a book and I need help finding it." The Londoner mumbled looking up from her phone. "It's called Wheel of Ice."

"It will be much easier to find it if you could tell me the authors name, Brittany." The brunette replied.

"Oh yeah…um… it's on my phone…um…hang on a sec…" Brittany said searching her phone for the information. "His name is Baxter, Stephen Baxter."

"Baxter…Baxter…let's see…" The Brunette said pulling out a clip board from behind the desk and standing up. She was wearing an ivory blouse, a heather gray buttoned up vest, and a black pencil skirt. She walked around the desk and over to Brittany, revealing that she was wearing high heels that matched her skirt. Strangely enough she was walking with a black cane with a silver handle. She pointed to the map of the Library on her clipboard, and gave directions to Brittany. "It will be on or around shelf 4b, column two, row A."

Brittany nodded her thanks and walked up the stair case on the left. "Shelf 4b, column two, row a" she repeated to herself. If she had paid attention she would have noticed she and the brunette were the only ones in the library.