Ah hello hello ;u;

Thank you so much for your review, hun! ;A; Yes, Miraak really has much patience toward Amara xd But there is a reason for it: He wants to prove her, whatever the methods she uses (even if unintentionally) she will never 'break' him ;v;
This time I made it shortly since the last chapters were long. xd Hope it's alright that way. Have fun!

~Alliesa

Chapter Ten: Main Library

Amara walked with less confidence through the narrow tunnel, which lead toward the big library. It was long and dark, where she by the way couldn't stop walking without taking off her guard. The endless closed room made her feel anxious and each time she heard a noise from the outside, she flinched. The sounds were probably the strange squishy and splashing noises created by the black fluid, which surrounded the whole Apocrypha grounds. Or maybe it was the Seeker's noises when they strangely communicated to each other. The whole region was very new to her, Miraak was explaining about this realm to her and yet she had so many questions about it. When the young woman finally reached the end of the dark hallway, she ran into a large ornamental gate, which couldn't be opened. She wondered about the strange looking gate, since it didn't have a lock or even a handle. How was she going to open it? Maybe she had to push it?

With a step closer Amara clenched her hands to prepare herself for the action. After placing her fists gently on the gate, with all her might she pushed against the blocked way. Pushing and pushing endlessly made her stamina dropping, as if she was running through the whole skyrim. She almost felt the cold irons left an imprints on the side of her fist. Her whole effort was no use. For her it felt she was pushing against a wall made out of iron. Totally pointless, what in the world-

"Knihkniknch."

The voice behind her was indescribable. The sound was similar if two slippery object rubbed to each other leaving slimy sound behind. Or when she once caught a fish and it slipped out of her hands diving in the water. She immediately felt goosebumps on all over her body. Her fingers and shoulders flinched, while her eyes widened from the shock. She heard that sound before. Slowly turning her head toward the source of the sound, as she feared it was indeed the seeker's tentacles- what worse it was noticeable that its shoulder missed some materials. No way.. it's the one who-

The Seeker jerked toward the lost visitor and out of a sudden a two meter tall creature stood right in front of her, where she quickly turned herself with her back at the door. Staring at the creature she couldn't know its face expression, since it didn't have a face. The whole creature's head part was a hard skull with tentacle-like outstanding parts. Its eyes didn't even blink or weren't squinted, it just kept staring at her.

"W- What do you want!?", Amara finally uttered while faking her confidence. Maybe he didn't like what I did and wants to kill me?!

Instead of the creature rose its tentacle from under his cloak-fur and touched a standing pedestal, which had a glowing hanging object on it. Once it was touched it sucked inside the glowing stalk and the sides of the pedestal closed its petals like a flower. It caused a quiet clatter effect when Amara, who was propping against the locked door, almost fell over by the opening gate. She quickly glanced behind her shoulder to confirm her conclusions.

"The door.. is open?"

For its reply she turned her head toward the Seeker, who was flailing his tentacles on its face, and smiled at him unsurely. But she guessed it was a positive reaction from the creature. How strange...

"Strange indeed.. but thank you!"

The Seeker passed her while holding some books in its hands and went back to its work. It started to put the books on the bookshelves and cleaning off the dust. At the point when Amara entered the big hall, she scanned the room. It didn't have a ceiling though so it was hard to call it a room, but with the feeling of very big and narrow standing bookshelves, making a circle, she couldn't help it. It reached ten meters to the sky, how could she even reach a book up there? In the middle of the circle was a lonely pedestal with a hanging ball binded to a glowing stalk standing, which was similar to the in-front-of-the-gate-one. She walked inside the area with an eagerness and with an exciting feeling she observed each book from one row of bookshelves.

Carefully reading the titles she tried to remember of the books she already knew.

"Aedra and Daedra, Red- and Yellow Book of Riddles, Thief, Vernaccus and Bourlor... something about Dragons... Ah, reading is not my thing after all. What am I looking for anyway.", sighed hopelessly Amara and began to think about her plans and goals. She crossed her arms and her forehead frowned deeply, as if she was sending all her strength to her brain. The Seeker secretly was watching her, although it still had some books to place back where they belonged to. The creature pushed itself from the ground and made a flying jump toward the fifteenth shelf. While it was floating in the air for a second, it grabbed without hesitation a book and pulled it out. Landing safely on the ground it immediately dashed toward the focused girl, who noticed the approaching creature.

"Ah, w- what is now?", she stuttered worrying that it would attack her for no reason. As she was shuddering and stepping back the creature showed her a brown old book in front of her hands. She tilted her head to the right and read the title loudly:

"Dragon Language... Myth.. no More? What is this? Do you want me to take it?" Although there was no response from the creature, it still didn't move or made any backing gestures. The book was still in front of her hands and she knew right away it just wanted to hand her the book. Her eyes focused on the given object and gently took it. Not even exchanging their eyes she opened the book and read the first lines:

"Dragon... The very word conjures nightmare images of shadowed skies, hideous roaring, and endless fire. Indeed, the dragons were terrifying beasts that were once as numerous as they were powerful and deadly. But what most Nords don't realize is that the dragons were in fact not simple, mindless beasts. Indeed, they were a thriving, intelligent culture- This is it! This is how I can start with learning the language!", and she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for,
"Assigning those scratchings to actual Tamrielic language characters, I further translated what I saw into this: Het nok Yngnavar Gaaf-Kodaav... Whoa, and it means -Here lies the body of Iglif Ice-Blood- but I guess I would need a translated dragon language book or something. Hey, do you know if there is a book like this?"

It didn't take the creature a second to react on her words. It dashed toward another bookshelf and turned sharply behind it. The circled bookstands weren't the only ones, but it was leading to an even bigger area of books. Out of curiosity Amara followed the Seeker and behind the visible bookshelf was another narrow standing shelf, which was followed after another shelf. It was so near that it created a hallway leading to another two ways, which were leading god knows where. The whole place reminded her of a maze, maybe it was indeed what it was. She didn't want to risk entering it and getting lost so she approached an armchair, she spotted next to a side wall.

Taking a seat she put the book on the desk and started to read:

"It therefore stands to reason that the dragons would require a way to communicate with one another. That they would need to speak. And through much research, scholars have (...)"

Hours passed.

With a pile of books with titles of dragon languages on the desk Amara propped her chin against the desk. It might sound boring for her reading over and over about how dragons powerful were back then, but it excited her to learn something new. Although the information of why did the dragons disappear was still not clear for her. Why would they start a war? Why would anyone oppose them, betray their trust? Back in days some of the ancient dragons taught people to speak their languages, taught the Dragonborns- the true warriors... of the dragons.. in ... skyrim.

It was no use for her, either it was too much questions swarming in her head or just getting bored from reading all the runes and history lessons, that made her feel tired. When she put her head on one of the open books, she slowly blinked as if she saw the working seekers in the library in slow motion. Was that her illusion? She felt good though, she found what she was looking for, heck she even made a friend. Who would've thought, that a seeker, who can't communicate with a human being can become friends with them?

"Everybody needs a friend. Even at least one person, who you can talk to. Even if they don't respond, it's the feeling of not being lonely when they listen to you.. How did he survive that long without anyone by his side. Didn't he feel anything? Or did he just.. forgot how to... feel? It's no use.. I'm too tired to think."