Sarah Z. Creates

The world was still sleeping.

The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, her light turning the familiar paths into a much more treacherous journey.

He blew out a quiet breath and watched the supplicants come. Even in the moonlight, they were easy to see.

The first glowed with the torchlight of his party: bright and obvious and demanding.

The second glowed dimly behind, the tail of this comment. Though he would claim his quest was his own and unique, it wasn’t. They all came for the same thing: knowledge they thought they had a right to.

He huffed and turned away from the star-like pilgrims to the third.

She crept up the back, with only the moonlight to guide her. He wondered if she thought to steal the knowledge she sought.

A smile creased his face. It had been a few decades since one so desperate had come.

His fingers stroked the hilt at his side. It had been a long while since he’d bathed the library’s stone floors with blood. Perhaps it had grown hungry again.