Little moments of quiet can be so hard to find, they're so few that in the end, they evolve into tiny treasures.

Agatha wishes she could hide her treasure under the bed like she used to do with her toys when she was a child. As time passed the moments of peace decreased, they slipped through her fingers leaving death and fear behind.

It had been less than ten minutes since Ellis took her to a coffee shop, yet it seemed like they just got there. The place captivated her at first sight, its appeal coming from the books splattered around the space. A date in a book cafe brought her the comfort she desired.

"I hope you don't mind being in a library for a date," said the handsome young man, his smooth voice sounding softer than usual. "I don't want to scare you with all the crazy date ideas, so I chose a simpler option this time."

"I love this place, it feels familiar and lately I'm not having a great experience with the unknown," confessed Agatha.

Her previous encounters with Ellis were exhilarating, she pushed her limits and got a lot of fun in return. From riding the quad bike to jumping from a cliff or surfing, all of them are unforgettable moments. Truth was that the young librarian missed the solace of a tranquil routine, and the smell of books transported her to that welcoming space.

"Should we each choose something to read?" Proposed Ellis, signaling the bookshelf at the back of the shop. "Then we can enjoy some time reading."

"Maybe we can choose one book and read it to each other?" She suggested.

"I don't know, it could be a bother for the other customers."

"You're right. I didn't think about it." Agatha gave Ellis' hand a little squeeze before walking away, her content smile never leaving her face.

The young woman left behind the small round wooden table. On the way to the bookshelf she crossed some individual sofas, still, her attention was laid on the photographs hanging on the wall, all of them recreating the beauty of the village.

So many stories waited to be chosen, the options were abounding. Agatha didn't hurry her decision, when it comes to selecting her reading material she thinks about every detail. In the end, she went for a classic, a story she had read several times but she always returned to it: "Lord of the Flies".

The girl took a seat on a black sofa, relaxing her tense body at the velvety touch of the fabric. Immersed in the story, she didn't see the tattooed boy getting closer to her.  The weight of someone else sitting next to her warned Agatha about Ellis' presence.

"I thought that maybe we could read together. I can hold the book in the middle. I'm sorry about what I said before," apologized the young man, he sounded so vulnerable and Agatha couldn't find the strength to deny him.

She came to the conclusion that letting him go one time couldn't do much damage.

As he proposed, the book of his choice stayed between them. Their bodies were so close, their shoulders were touching. Agatha tried to focus on "The Great Gatsby" but the delicious smell of Ellis' cologne made the task impossible.

She considered herself a good actress, after all she pretended to be someone else for most part of her life just to survive in a world ruled by neurotypicals. Yet, at that moment she did a bad job at hiding her feelings.

Her eyes didn't remain more than a few seconds on the pages before returning their journey throughout Ellis' face and body. For her, the young man was much more interesting than the printed letters.

Agatha got trapped by the perfect proportions of his face, his broad shoulders, the muscles of his arms that would flex with every movement, and his big hands.

"Not your type of story?" Asked Ellis once he noticed the girl's distracted state. He closed the book, then he turned his body in her direction.

"I'm sure that it's a great story, I'm exhausted from all the work and the training," she lied, the blush decorating her cheeks being an indicator of it. She prayed that Ellis wouldn't notice her nervousness.

"Why are you training? You never truly explain the reason to me."

"Well, I thought it was obvious," Agatha whispered while she played with some strands of her hair. "It's not safe in the village anymore. I've been attacked twice and in both situations I didn't know how to defend myself. I don't want to feel that terrified anymore."

"You're brave for getting back up after what you suffered," Ellis took the girl's right hand between his, caressing her knuckles with his thumb. "What I don't understand, doll, it's why did you choose him to train you."

"Because Lorcan knows how to fight, and he has experience facing the demons. Besides, he's my friend, and I trust him with my life. Who else was I supposed to ask?"

"Me, I know how to fight, and I think that the fact that I saved you from a demon is enough proof that I can handle them," complained the young man.

"That's it? You're jealous because I didn't choose you to train me?" A single laugh escaped the girl's mouth. "You can show me your movements too if you want."

Ellis sent a wink in her direction, "I have some special moves to show you."

"Hey! I'm being serious. Leave your flirting for another moment."

"You love my flirting," he fired back, dodging the playful smack thrown at him.

"Jesus!" The young librarian screamed out of nowhere. Tears formed in her eyes, one by one they fell down her pale cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Ellis questioned her, his words were tainted by concern. Yet, he didn't receive an answer.

Agatha remained silent, her gaze attached to her wrist. She couldn't hear Ellis, even though he kept asking about her wellbeing. The burning sensation running up her arm isolated her from the real world. And yet, there was a bigger worry eating her alive: the pain came from her bracelet.

The young woman thought that she had already faced the worst fear possible, but she was wrong. Nothing could compare with the terror she endured at that instant. Just when she convinced herself that it couldn't get worse, the bracelet vanished.

"Agatha!" Ellis yelled at the girl as he shook her shoulders. "Your phone won't stop ringing."

She snapped out of her thoughts and reached for her cell phone. Momotaro was calling her.

"What happened to Lorcan?" Asked Agatha the second she accepted the call.

"He needs you. Where are you? Bertram will open a portal for you to come." Momo's words came from the other side of the device.

If someone asks her how she ended up next to Lorcan, Agatha wouldn't know the answer. The healer acted in automatic, her body moved faster than she could register. She didn't care about anything besides Lorcan, she didn't care about leaving Ellis behind.

"Breath, calm down. Remember that your powers rely on your emotions," Momotaro guided her. Agatha focused on her energy flow, extending it towards her hands. "Don't try to heal him completely, you can't handle it. Just put him out of danger."

The young woman pushed her negative thoughts as far as possible. She concentrated on controlling her power, ignoring the pool of blood and the lack of color on her friend's face.

In the cruel, real life, being in charge of your abilities it's more arduous than doing it during your training. Agatha knew that, still, never in a million years she would have expected it to be so grueling.

Minutes passed, the panic threatened to come back and rule over the girl's mind. She could feel her tears wetting her face, her vision was becoming cloudy.

A fundamental piece of her life was crumbling down, and she tried to glue it back together. What would happen if she wasn't strong enough? The last particles of hope were vanishing, only the last one was standing. And It was that single tiny particle, the one that sparked the light.

"It's been a while, my lady."