The longest back I can recall I had always been surrounded by books. I never cannot recall when my nose wasn't stuff with the smell of the old pages and the voices of the pages as they turned with a crisp new sound as I devoured the information and the long lost tales they told me. Book were my life, my only source of company besides my friends.
I had just graduated high school, and had no idea what I wanted to do with my so called life, so I worked at the library in my small town. This was fine with me since I had begun working there for actual money about a year ago. I had always helped out there when I could and it was basically my second home. I knew all the old ladies there, from Mrs. Penwrinkle the old lady who smelt of herbs and such, she was the director, she always had a smile on her face, to Miss Timikey the library cat who was a feisty and loved the attention she got from the people who came into the library.
I remember how I first met Arthur Pendragon and it wasn't really something that could go down in history as the romantical first met. I had been scanning books all day and had just put enough into the system to put them on the shelves. I picked up enough books that I could not see where I was heading and set off for the shelves laid out around in the big building. Our library was three stories, one story was the nonfiction section this was sorted from the biographies to maps and such, and then the second floor once you climb the stairs was the fiction section and this was set out according to the genre of the book, I was a top expert on the Science fiction and fantasy section, and then the last story, the third story, was the computer lab and the restrooms and the video and media section.
"Merlin, dear, try not to fall up the step again will you? I would have to hate having to send you to the clinic down the road again," Sally, the assistant at the front desk called out to me as she watched me go by. I looked back at her as I balanced the books and smiled as I saw her tapping her hand on the massive papers on the desk and picking up the pens and laying them out on the sign out sheets. It had been something she did and said every day.
"I will be just fine," I had called out to her as I began my flight up the steps. I arrived without fault and headed for the fantasy shelves.
I always liked this section even when I was little. Something just spoke to me, like the knights riding on their horses in the sun dappled color that was the back drop, or maybe it was the big dome of the roof as it curved up and up it played out the Arthurian theme telling the complex and twisting story of the king that always will be and his faithful servant and the band of knights and his queen.
I had just begun to place the books on the wooden old shelves, glancing at the shiny new titles and smiling at the old faithful ones that I have read over again, when I was spooked out of my skin by a voice.
"Could you help me?"
Books still in hand, I turned, and I recall how I had to try and pear around the volumes that were in hand and failing so that I could not see the person's face very clearly. That's when I made my vow to get contacts for glasses did not help a person much.
"Yes," I said to the person, my heart beat going back down from my throat to my chest, " What can I do for you."
The man, he sounded as such and would later be found out to be my age if not a year or to older then myself, said, " I'm looking for the computer lab, the person at the front desk I fear wasn't much help."
I laughed and thought no she wouldn't be would she? I juggled the books and stuck an arm out pointing to where I knew the stairwell to be, "Up the stairs and to your left, can't miss it. You did sign in thought right?"
His pause gave me the answer, "Go to the front desk again and there is a pad of paper to the left, the intern is new so she wouldn't have known. You get an hour on the computers."
"Great, I should have just brought a notebook at the electronic store," I heard him mutter and I tried to see around the book to look at him, "Thank you."
I managed to move the books just in time to see a handsome blonde man stuff his hands in his in his hoodie and walk up the stairs. I shook my head and scolded myself for thinking such a thing, I was better alone and not stuck on a person, I then nodded and went back to the shelves.
Though then, as I stood there with my books for company, I had no idea that destiny had plans for me that would span not only through this year but three years to come with the one called Arthur Pendragon. The first time I would see him actually face to face I fell right into his arms….
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