She hid herself behind the nearest shelf. Crescent had to find the source of light. She followed it and the intensity of light was at maximum when she through between the books, eyed the other side.
That old lady she had seen in the morning sat on the help desk. Her eyes were closed but she could tell that she was not sleeping. There was a little lamp kept on the desk. It's orange light painting everything in golden.
What exactly was she doing here at this point? Night watch?
Crescent ensured that she was not coming in the eye sight of that old lady as she tip-toed from between the shelves to get to other side.
"What are you doing?" That old voice called out suddenly. The voice resonated in the silent surrounding.
Crescent stopped dead on her tracks. Did she see her? But she was still hidden behind the book shelf. She was sure that she did not even appear before her.
"Why are you not replying?" That stern voice asked again.
Crescent was formulating the reply in her mind. Holding her breath, she slowly turned around. Just as she was about to say different, another voice interrupted her to it.
"It's finally done, Ma'am. If I had known it would take this much time, I wouldn't have left it for today." A tired voice complained. It was the Library Assistant.
She heaved a sigh of relief. It meant that old lady did not know that she was here...yet.
Crescent did not dare to move as she stood where she was. She scooped a little more to her left, getting completely hidde behind the two intersected shelves and patiently heard the noise.
"Let's move now. I need to sleep."
The Library Assistant yawned as she picked up the lamp. "Ma'am, do you know what's the deal with the electricity? It's the second night in row."
"Must be maintainance." The illumination of the light got dull as they walked farther away. She heard the sound of their slippers getting downstairs.
Was she now alone here?
The moonlight simmered in through the glass windows. Crescent hurried to that door vaguely making out the passage.
She had more than half percent surety that the door would be locked and she would need to find a way to unlock it. However, when she kept her hand on the knob, it clicked at once.
Surprising, Crescent took a step back.
She analysed for a second, what if it was a trap? But again, what if it was not? And she was simply being too much paranoid about it.
Pushing the door, a low creak sounded as it fully opened. She was back to standing in this corridor. It was fully dark with not a single window to lighten it up.
But Crescent knew the way here now. She turned to the right and walked forward, holding the wall to support her along. Her one hand was on the wall while the other extended forward to stop when it would be needed.
Crescent had barely taken a few steps and she felt it. Her fingers directly came in contact with the carvings on the door. She could feel the roughness of that patter as she steadily grazed it. Ger fingers trailed the straight line, then a smooth curve which was instantly followed by a sharp loop.
Her thoughts again wandered to what it could be. Was it a mere design?
Coming out of her thoughts, she brought her phone out. She had ensured that she had closed the door behind her while entering this little shady corridor.
Crescent turned on the torch and looked for a keyhole. It had to be here. The golden color reflected in her eyes as she searched in the otherwise dark background. Her eyes soon squinted when she couldn't find one.
Crescent halted the search for a second and decided to slightly push it. The door didn't budge.
There was no keyhole and it wasn't even opened.
Crescent dropped her hands when she recalled the other end in the corridor. In the afternoon, that old lady came out through there with the books in her hands.
Twirling on her toes, Crescent moved to the other door. She had not even approached it fully when she found a key chain hanging through the keyhole.
She quickly rotated it and the door clicked open. For a second her breathing fastened in anticipation and she pushed the door.
What greeted her was a dimly lit room!
It was unlike other rooms she had seen so far. The walls were not renovated, the were similar to the stone walls of the anciet times. The difference was that these walls were almost bronze in color.
Crescent took a step inside.
There were a few candles attached to the wall which were providing a shine to the room.
And what filling up the entire room was the racks, old-wooden thicks racks, the height of which touched the ceiling.
This room had a distinct aroma; a fusion of papers and some bits of wood and stones.
She turned off the light of her phone.
Her eyes which were partially filled with awe absorbed it all. She step by step, let in the titles of the novels.
Crescent did not have much time. She could tell that there was no one here which meant the old lady must have forgotten the keys here.
And she would be back to take it once she realized. Crescent had to hurry. She would need to get out of here before she could be back.
Honestly, Crescent wasn't sure what exactly she was searching but she had little hopes that maybe, in some novel something could be mentioned about it.
She started with the rack closest to her, which mostly contained the religious books. She moved past them and looked through another one. It contained the novels with thick red cover of a fabric, indicating that these were really original copies.
These kind of fabrics were used to cover parchments back in the time.
As she walked to the other passage, the door opened instantly. Crescent instinctively moved to the back, when her feet stumbled causing her to turn and she closed her eyes, waiting for the fall.
However, just as Crescent had thought so, an arm snaked around her waist and she was pulled on her feet. Her eyes wide opened in disbelief when she stood there, in the arms of the man.
Her eyes clashed with the dark greys' and for a moment, she forgot to even breath.
And he smirked.