Evelyn was in the most magnificent library she had ever seen. The only library she had ever seen, yet she seemed to know her way around like she'd been born there. 

Numerous books lined the mahogany shelves and light seem to luminesce from the books themselves.

She reached out to one of the volumes and sucked in a breath as the most wonderful feeling filled her; indescribable but so close — a mixture of delight and elation and something so deep Evelyn could feel her soul extend to depths unknown.

The beauty of the symbolism, language, and imagery in any literature in all of the world seemed to rise with its magic. 

This is why you know. This is who you were meant to be.

The voice was back again, but this time, Evelyn was keener to listen. What do you mean? she thought, stretching her consciousness as far as it could go in her dreamlike state.

Try, the voice murmured, its sound comforting like a familiar babbling brook. Try and reach. Feel this magic. Feel how deep it is. Imagine stories with it. Imagine books with it. Imagine whole worlds with it. This is your magic. This is your legacy. Please. Try. No matter what they say.

Evelyn tried. Her eyebrows furrowed with concentration as she thought of the simplest word that came to mind. Light. Evelyn tried to imagine a flickering candle but when she reached out towards the literary magic, it seemed to scurry away and disappear.

Nothing is simple, the voice told her. It was dimming, but Evelyn tried not to think about it. Light can symbolize so, so many things. Tell it, tell it what you want it to be, and it will try its best.

I want light to mean hope, Evelyn realized, grasping how true the statement really was. After all these weeks, all these years shut away by myself. 

After all these days of being told that I can't go around books. After all this time knowing that if I go around literature, I will risk the safety of those I love by breaking the law. I want light to mean a brighter future, a future without a mandatory military academy in a constantly warring nation with a thirst for violence.

Something sparked within the girl and it ignited, a beautiful soaring melody. Evelyn looked up as the golden threads of charm flew together. She smiled.

I knew you could do it. Evelyn felt something heavy being lifted over her head and placed on her shoulders as she beamed. Be careful, little one. I'll find you later.

Then Evelyn woke up to a pair of earl grey eyes, the mounting harmony between them. The ethereal song lasted for a few precious seconds before a string of dialogue cut it off.

"What in the three stars was that?"

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