A/N - A few years back I participated in a month long writing prompt. There were daily prompts of one word and I took to the challenge. I finished most of the prompts daily, though life kind of threw me off half way through the month. My original goal was to write a scene or chapter for every prompt and put them into a full story in the end. To say I was making the prompt challenge even MORE challenging, is an understatement. These prompts were not in order so I was jumping from one scene to another. some of the early prompts in the month were actually took place in the middle of the story or some at the end. I think the second to last chapter was written pretty early on. I then had the fun of piecing them all together in one cohesive story. I did have to ad a few paragraphs here and there, but for the most part the story flowed pretty well together.

Most of the chapters will be consisting of 2 prompts per chapter. I will start putting them at the end of the chapter in case anyone is curious about that.

I will be updating twice a week.

-JJ

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Dragging her feet, Yang felt the pull of her exhaustion. Desperate to banish the feeling, even for a little while, she took a mouthful of coffee from the cup she'd just purchased. She did not have time for sleep. Past experience taught her that slacking off at the beginning of term would only make midterms and finals that much more excruciating. As she came to the front entrance of the library another student stepped out. Seeing Yang approach, he held the door for her.

"Thanks," she breathed, slipping through the opening.

"N-no problem-o?" He stuttered, forming a question he hadn't meant to.

Pity filled her as he cringed and turned his eyes from her. Knowing he would be kicking himself for his less than ideal response she shot him a sympathetic smile. He caught it as he finally looked up, returning the gesture before turning to exit the building.

The scent of books, a mix of paper, dust and leather, assailed her the moment she stepped passed the entrance. It was a surprisingly comforting scent. She'd spent so much time in the library recently it was more of her first home instead of her second. Climbing to the second floor in search of her usual study spot; she was not in the least looking forward to the late night ahead of her. Disappointment ebbed its way in, settling on her exhaustion like an extra blanket in the middle of summer -not needed-, when she realized her table was occupied. With one last longing gaze at her favourite nook she turned to try to find a replacement. The rest of the second floor was packed and she had just as much luck on the third. Ascending to the fourth floor Yang prayed for just one quiet little corner to settle down in.

About to give up after a quick initial inspection of the fourth floor she made up her mind to check the lower floors once more before returning to the coffee shop to study instead. Just as her hope was waning she noticed the arm of a chair in a half hidden alcove. Stepping closer, two comfortable looking chairs sat along the wall, a couch rested parallel facing the chairs with a small dark oak table separating them; it was the perfect study spot. Yang berated herself, having gone to classes here for over two years. Why was she just now finding it?

The only negative was that the sanctuary was currently occupied. A girl sat sideways on the couch, knees pulled up with her feet on the cushion; a book lay open in her lap. There was a book bag at the opposite arm on which her back rested. She looked up at Yang's approach causing her pause. In the darkened alcove the girl's eyes appeared to glow bright gold as they took in the stranger interloping on her privacy.

"Hi," Yang tried, not knowing what else to do. The unnerved feeling of being scrutinized never dissipated. A pull at the side of the girl's mouth was all she received in greeting. "Do you mind If I share this space? Everywhere else is full."

A non-committal lift of her shoulders, the only answer before the girl turned back to the book in her lap. Since she didn't directly disagree Yang jumped at the opportunity to settle down with her own books. Sitting on the chair across from the stranger she spread out her texts and notes and got to work.

It was over an hour before movement from the couch drew her attention. Its occupant remained so quiet Yang forgot about her. A surge of heat blossomed on her cheeks, knowing she'd been talking to herself not that long ago. Lifting her arms above her head the girl leaned into the arm of the couch to stretch, back arching she let out a relieved sigh. With a twist of her head she pulled the length of her hair over her one shoulder. It was almost the length of Yang's own but the colour was a stark contrast. The exact opposite of hers. Dark, obsidian tresses glistened in the faint light emanating from the only light afforded to their corner escape above Yang's head. The girl made a move to slip her novel into the bag at her feet. Half expecting this abrupt movement to mark her departure, Yang was surprised when she pulled out another and immediately started reading again.

"Did you finish that last one? It was huge!" Yang blurted.

"Yeah, guess I'm just a fast reader." The girl replied. Her tone was dry, clipped, making Yang feel as if she should explain.

"No. I didn't mean to question your reading ability." She started. "I just feel sorry for you is all."

"Why?" She asked, gaze raising from the book's pages. With their eyes connected Yang felt the other's capability to bore right through her; piercing.

"Because whichever Prof assigned those two monster books should be shot."

Flipping the book shut the girl took in the cover art, running fingers over it gently. She appeared to think hard about her next words. "This isn't for a class. I read these in my spare time."

"Oh."

"Oh?" She questioned. Her tone evidence that Yang's response did not meet with her approval.

"I just thought everyone in the library would be studying. You could read for fun at home where it's more comfortable, couldn't you?"

"I could, but my roommate is pretty loud. The library is quiet and hardly anyone bothers me in this corner."

Yang ducked her head. Fate having her become one of the rare people that dared to intrude on her solitude.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize." Her glowing irises returned to Yang. "Besides some mumbled curses you've been pretty quiet."

"What are the books about?" Not wanting to think of what grumbled exclamations may have been overheard or to lapse into an uncomfortable silence, she changed the subject.

"Nothing," came her sharp response.

"Oh come on. You wouldn't spend hours reading a book about nothing." Yang smiled across the table.

"Fine. Nothing you would be interested in."

Yang's smile fell, contorting into a sharp line tugging downward. She didn't think the girl had any reason to judge what she would or would not be interested in. Stung by the other's dismissal, she just hoped her reasons weren't the prejudices associated with her blonde hair. Even pulled back out of her face it fell over her one shoulder; a golden trail blazed across her black sweater. She was in a library studying, the girl would not have made such harsh assumptions based on looks when she was so obviously the opposite of them. Would she?

"If you won't tell me what the book is about, could you tell me the title at least?"

"Ava's Secret." She looked at her watch and groaned. "Gotta go."

Pyrrha told her she needed to talk to more people. 'You need more than just me as a friend,' her words echoed in her mind. No amount of arguing that she also had Ruby would be enough to quell her friend's worry for her. Yang knew she was right. Which was why she decided to try at the very least, to be more sociable this year, fearing if she didn't make some strides Pyrrha would be dragging her most unwillingly to some party or another. Talking to a girl in the library seemed the safer option.

Turns out she was a spectacular failure at that even.

"I didn't mean to chase you away. I can go back to being silent."

"It's not you. I just have somewhere I need to be." she said hurriedly as she placed the book back in her bag and shouldered it.

The gut feeling the girl was running because she'd distracted her lingered. Wasn't that the very thing she was in the library to avoid in the first place?

"Okay, bye."

She either didn't hear the dark haired girl's response or she hadn't bothered giving one.

"Ava's Secret," Yang mouthed.

The unknown bothered her so much that twenty minutes of failing to concentrate on her chemistry text forced her to search the two words.

It was in fact the title of the book. After reading the summary Yang became more intrigued. The book was definitely of the Fantasy genre as it contained magic and dragons and other such creatures. The fact the protagonist was a girl fascinated her. Most of these kinds of books always had a knight coming to some damsal's aid. The plot of Ava being cursed but pulling her own resources and trying to reverse the enchantment captivated her further. Any piece of literature that centered on feminine individuality, strength or independence would always get bonus points from her.

Besides, if the mystery girl enjoyed them so much she could sit and read them for hours on end they must not be horrible.

The webpage was saved in her phone and she made a note to pick up the first book in the series to check out. The irritation of the girl brushing her off was still there and all she could to was pray it wasn't the 'dumb blonde' prejudices still following her. Just because she was blonde didn't mean she was a bimbo. It didn't mean she couldn't like nerdy things like magic and dragons. She loved dragons.

She was a dragon. Or her name suggested as much.

If she ever saw that girl again she would throw that book in her face. She would prove to her that she was wrong to make assumptions about people based on their physical appearance; for that's where her assumptions had to spring from, that or she just had an ingrained negative opinion of everyone.

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Prompt for this one was Enchanted