Jenkins moves away from Brianna as Galahad sat on the floor next to his crying wife gently moving her into his arms. Holding her head gently to his chest rocking her back and forth trying his best to soothe her. "Love, it's okay." He didn't follow up with his usually 'I'm here for you' because he knew he wouldn't be here long; merging back with his other half had to happen even though he believed the older man couldn't take care of her better then he could. His heart sank lower as she pulled him closer smelling her sweet scent. Would he notice the little things such as her sweet scent or the way she moans when she eats her favorite pecan pie? Whose memories would be kept and whose would be lost? These fears plague his mind.
Jenkins hesitantly moved out of his other half's way just to witness him holding onto Brianna; he surprised by the slight ping of jealousy. He wanted to be the one to hold her to tell her everything would be okay, but he stood there just observing them.
Flynn watches the scene unfold in front of him. He had seen his greatest friend Barry come back, and he knew Brianna; he protected her but why? "Brianna, who are you?"
Hearing Flynn ask again who she was brought Barry's words to her 'tell them everything' rings in her ear. She slowly moves herself off her husband and with his help she stands; she attempts to clean her face and fix her hair, but fails miserably. She gives up trying to make herself presentable physically then waves a hand in front of her. Her hair and makeup was impeccable again. "Brianna is not my real name."
She walks away from her husband to stand closer to Flynn, "You see I can never tell you my real name," turning to face the three younger Librarians, "and you will never find it in any of your literature either." She had all their undivided attention, and it made her stomach fill with butterflies. Closing her eyes taking a deep breath she pours out her soul to The Librarians of her tragic beginnings.
"Before I was born my mother and father lost four children. It broke my mother's heart." Brie talked and rambled on about her life story.
Explaining her mothers fears hold onto a frail little one, "She gave birth to me on a lay line and she wished for me to always to be protected, always safe, to survive anything….even death. A desperate plea of a heart broken mother."
The idea of telling her story always frighten her; knowing the trouble it had cause others who tried to document her name. Those who tried to document her name had died in mysterious ways strike by lighting or simply disappeared. But now here in the library telling these young men and women her story she couldn't help but feel the crushing weight of her very existence slowly lift off of her shoulders; relief at last.
She told them how her mother, father and herself traveled around the world enjoying the different landscapes and cultures. How she would heal her parents when they were hurt and kept them looking and feeling young.
"I decided it was time for me to travel alone."
Jenkins notices how her eyes started to fill with tears threating to escape.
Brie grabs the pocket square Jenkins offers her drying the tears that escaped her eyes. "Oh, how I've regretted that foolish decision ever since." She stops to gain control over her shaky voice. "You see my father wanted control…power. He didn't have either, but he had the next best thing…me."
Brie explains how with her mother alive her father couldn't have the power he desperately wanted. She would prevent Brie form making terrible decisions and because of that her father decided to kill his own wife.
"When my mother was murder I was grief stricken…my father convinced me that whoever murdered my mother was after me as well. Sadly, because I was not thinking straight I believed him" shrugging her shoulders, "never questioned him at all. He hid me from the world."
Hiding from the world was the easy part for her. She didn't mind living under ground smelling the dirt living in the soft glow of the candlelight; however, she mind being alone. Explaining how out of shear loneliness she decided to create Barry as a companion, and how he helped her see the truth. She could still hear his voice as he explain all the evil her father did without her knowing. The hard part was finding out the truth of what her father did to gain power. The guilt, anger and disappointment fueled her as she slowly drained her father's life away.
"I killed him…my own father. Draining his life away from him…just by placing my thumbs over his eyes," lifting both her thumbs up staring at them, "…I…I watched him murder my mother. When I drained him I also took some of his memories…it's like watching a movie really…he did some awful things…because of me."
Jenkins watches as she shook her head looking at the ground, but sensing her mind was far away.
"I'm a fool…nothing special at all. Just a fool," she murmurs.
Jenkins couldn't believe what he heard. She killed her father; his own memories of killing his own father came rushing back. The hate…the fear…the guilt even though it was justified in both instances.
Taking a deep breath to prevent herself from crying hysterically again she let out the breath slowly. Memories of her mother's death haunted her nightmares seeing the blood pouring out her mother from the knife wounds created by her own father's hands.
"How do you kill something that magic protects?" Brianna pauses and gazes into the Library and Guardian's eyes. A small part of her hoped they would know the answer to that question.
"I tried many different ways to kill myself," turning to Jenkins, "I told you once Galahad I was weak. It was Barry, Judson, and Charlene that helped me find my way through the world again…showed me a purpose. Trying to gather all the magical artifacts I created weight heavy on my mind. We needed a place to safely store all the artifacts; a place where like minded people would protect the safety of others; a place that could keep evil out of the hands of mortal men."
Flynn smiles from ear to ear, "So, you created the library!"
"Yes…but it wasn't secure enough it needed something more…like extra protection."
Jake snaps his fingers and points to Cassandra, "That's where Barry comes in… a conscience for the library."
"Yes…but…"
Cassandra places her hand over hear heart with a tilt of her head she states, "But that meant being alone again."
"You help create The Library to keep magical artifacts in," questions Braid.
Brie lowers her head, "Yes, I did it because it was the right thing to do. I cause a lot of pain and suffering through my father being deceitful. It had to be done; even if I didn't want to lose the only person who truly knew me."
Remembering the feeling of loneliness and hopelessness after Barry became one with the library, "That's why I turn myself into a marble statue for a while until someone gave a cold marble statue a simple purple wildflower then he said something so pure so up lifting that I had to met him."
Ezekiel pipes in, "Jenkins!" Smiling proud of himself for figuring that one out.
"Back then he went by his real name, Galahad."
Jenkins couldn't believe what he was hearing his dream was a memory of their first meeting.
"It didn't take long for me to fall hopelessly in love with him. He's strong, smart, funny, and very handsome," a shy smile crosses her lips, "and looked amazing practicing his sword fighting without a shirt on."
The Librarians and the Guardian started to chuckle when they notice Jenkins checks turning red. Cassandra felt a warmth like a warm hug hearing how Brianna explained how she feel in love of Jenkins; it was like they were the same person, and they were both in love with the same man for the same reasons. Jenkins always knew what to say to her to make her feel better, and he could always bring a smile to her face when she felt sad. She couldn't help but blush as her mind went to thoughts of a younger Jenkins practicing his sword fighting without his shirt on.
"I never would have wanted this for you…to be split."
Brianna stopped turning to Galahad. "I've enjoyed being you wife…completely, but you do know you have to merge back with your other half now, my love?"
Galahad nods his head, "I know, my love. I only ask for two things before I do."
Brianna nods her head.
"First, I want to talk to Jenkins, alone."
Jenkins snaps his head up to stared at Galahad for a moment wondering what the man wanted to talk to him alone for; however, ever the scientist at heart he nods his head in agreement.