Chapter One
Odysseus ran his fingers across the spines of the leather books, his attention elsewhere as he walked between the shelves of the library.
He enjoyed the library. It was quiet and smelled of wood and leather. It was warm inside, the lack of electrical lighting casting the large room into soft candle light.
This library was his retreat, a place he could relax from the everyday chores that came with being a prince.
He rounded a corner and continued his leisurely pace, his fingers trailing across hundreds of titles.
The sound of a book falling broke his trance. He walked quietly to the row's end, and peered around the corner to the center of the room, where a large, impressive fireplace roared and large, comfortable leather cushions lay.
There was a girl there. One he had never seen before.
She was young. Perhaps a year of two younger then him. She wore strange clothes, clothes he recognized, from China. Her hair, a strange golden green, was tied in a loose bun at the back of her head.
The book she had dropped was picked up, and she resumed reading it, her mouth forming words as she read.
He squinted to make out the title, and was surprised to find the book upside down in her hands, yet she still continued to mouth words as if she was reading.
She walked around, circling a chair before promptly shutting the book and walking briskly towards the fireplace.
Pausing for only a moment, the girl then flung the book into the fires depths and watched as the fire swallowed it whole.
Odysseus stepped out from behind the shelter of the shelves. His mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words to yell at her.
He paused in his movement, watching as she turned to look at him.
The silence stretched between them, and he found himself becoming nervous. This girl's gaze was heavy and unwavering, daring him to fault her for what she had just done.
"Who are you?" He finally asked, his manners temporarily misplaced as he gave her an incorrect greeting.
She scoffed in response, turning away and disappeared behind the shelves of books.
What a strange girl.
He entertained the idea of following her, but decided against it.
She was probably long gone anyways.
Turning back to the shelves behind him, he walked, in search of his favorite book. Pulling it from the shelves, he leaned back and cracked it open, thoughts of the odd girl fading away.
That was the first and only time he saw her.
AN: I love C.C. She's difficult to write, but I'm hoping to keep her in character.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass