Greetings, welcome to my third installment. If you have read the two previous chapters than you know very well that I do not own any of these characters or places mentioned in the chapter below. Further chapters will depend on the number of good reviews I receive (and please feel free to write me if you find something wrong or offensive, how else will I learn?). Enjoy!

Chapter three: In which nothing of much consequence happens

"Why would the castle library have any books on wizards?" Shiara demanded of Daystar.

"I don't know." Daystar replied, sounding just as confused as he felt.

Shiara pulled a large leather bound book, entitled Wizards, a History, from the shelfShe flipped rapidly through its pages, glaring as if the book's very existence was an insult to her own. She quickly replaced the book and began scanning the shelves anew, finally pausing at the vacant spot on the bookcase's second shelf.

"I wish I knew which book Telemain took with him…" Shiara mumbled irritably to no one in particular.

"Why?"

Shiara glared at Daystar, "Aren't you even curious to know what Telemain is working on, especially since he is going to wait 'till after the wedding to start?"

"Well…yes but that doesn't mean we can just-"

"Besides," Shiara interrupted hotly, "what could possibly be more important than fixing this stupid politeness spell that you and your stupid sword cast on me?"

Daystar sighed, there was just no reasoning with her when she got like this. He turned back to their research table and began reshelving the various books they had pulled out for study; this caught Shiara's attention.

"Just what do you think you are doing!"

"Well we obviously aren't going to get any farther in studying the sword today so we might as well just put…" Daystar trailed off as he happened to glance at one of the pictures in the book that he was reaching for. He set down the other books and began reading the caption below the picture furiously.

"Daystar what is it?" Asked Shiara, moving away from the wizard's bookcase to join him.

Daystar did not reply. The picture itself was nothing special, it was just the simple sketch of a sword. And though the picture was not all that specific in detail, there was no mistaking it. It was the sword from his dream. Though exact size could not be determined, the sword looked to be far shorter than the sword of the sleeping king. It's ornate silver handle held no distinctive markings, save for a tiny translucent jewel nestled at the handle's crest. Disappointingly the only information that the text below offered was the sword's name, The Sword of Ages.

"Well that is really not what were looking for," Said Shiara from Daystar's right, making him jump a little. "Unless that sword has another name that I haven't heard before."

"No, it's just…"

At that moment Willin entered the room. "Your highness, madam." He said, bowing to each in turn. "The chef has informed me that your evening meal is ready and waiting for you in the dining hall."

Shiara stole a quick glance out the window. The sun had now begun melting into the horizon, a mesmerizing array of pinks and purples now painted the sky, eventually fading into the charcoal black of night. "I didn't realize it was so late," said Shiara moving quickly to her chair and snatching up the bag of supplies she had brought with her. "I should get back to the mountains before it gets any darker."

Daystar's heart sank a little. "So, you won't be staying for dinner then…"

"Daystar I'm sorry but I have to get back soon, and besides if I don't head for home now then I won't be able to see anything by the time I finish with dinner." Shiara was now moving towards the door.

"Well you could always spend the night here." Daystar supplied hopefully

Shiara shook her head. "I really need to get back Daystar, I'm sorry, but there is some stuff I want to work on before I go to bed." She turned to Willin. "Willin do you know where the king is?"

Willin looked slightly insulted. "He is in the dinning hall of course." He answered shortly.

"Good, well, see you later." And with that she was out the door.

"Coming, master Daystar?" Asked Willin, watching Shiara walk out with the faintest hint of offense still lingering on his face.

"Tell mother and father I'll be there in a second, I really should clean up here first." Answered Daystar, his voice betraying a slight hint of disappointment.

Willin bowed and left the room.

Daystar gave a heavy sigh and began reshelving the books. It took him awhile, the books were arranged alphabetically which was not a hard system to grasp, but the books were scattered haphazardly about the table making it hard to tell witch volume was to be shelved next. He was halfway done when something outside the window caught his eye. He turned in time to see a pair of slitted eyed staring back at him from the branches of the tree just outside the library's window. But they were only there for a second before the creature in the trees blinked and dissolved into the dark.

Sorry this chapter isn't that great, I've been batteling some major writer's block. I promise that the next chapter will be so much better so please don't give up on me!

Xlan