Chapter 2

I wasn't going to do this, but heck with it. I don't think the first chapter hooked anyone, so maybe a bit more will. ;) Again, read the title of the blog, rough draft.

Ch. 2

the Library of the University of Travail was huge, three floors lines with books, parchments, papyrus, and even stone tablets . All lined on dark hues heavy shelves shooting down five wings. The lobby stretched the entire three stories and had a glass cupola, letting natural light down on the stone scholars, philosophers, Wizards, Gods and Goddesses, and all sorts of creatures inhabiting niches and plinths. A door near the rear of the Library opened and Mrs. Miria Vas and Mr. A. Hails quietly entered. They could hear chatter from the lobby. An unnatural sound in a library and though the wonderful, musty smell of old books surrounded her, Miria couldn't help feeling chilled. They made their way through the stacks until they could see the lobby. They were on the second floor, which was entirely empty. Motioning Hails to stay back, Miria laid flat on the ground and moved to the edge. She could see the same group that entered with Hart and more. The Dean and his witch sister included. Laughing and acting like small school children at play. Hails had moved forward to see.

Suddenly the double doors to the library opened wide and a well dressed man in a dark suit, lead a procession in. He had dark hair and a widows peak, his hair brushed back. A steal door was wheeled in and ropes strung between poles set up a line.
The man in charge addressed the group with is hands clasped behind his back. "I am so glad to you all have enjoyed to excursion with us," He smiled a smile that didn't quit reach his eyes. "You are the pioneers in our fantasy vacations. and hope you will return. You will be ushered from here to the hub, you will have a grand banquet and royal suites for one last night and then returned home."
"I have a complaint," a blond young man spoke up, Miria recognized him as a student friend of Hart's. He was sporting a black eye.
"Any injury incurred due to abuse of the tulpoids is covered in the contact you signed, Mr. Young. I have already heard you tried to force your self on a young lady meaning a great deal to the the man who hit you in the pub. Just like any fight you would start on vacation, we are not libel."
Mr. Young took his seat again with a scowl.
" Now if we may, single file of you please through the door." The man turned and nodded to the black clad soldiers manning the door, they flipped a switch and with a hum that started low and rose the door int he doorway disappeared as if the middle was stretched out to make a molecular and then string size hole big enough to fit the doorway. The susurrus of conversation in a lower tone started and the strangers in the guise of beloved and despised began moving through the door.
Miria slid back and whispered, "Come on!"
Miria and Hails stood and walked purposefully down standing in line far enough that Hart and the others who knew them wouldn't see them. Her heart thumped loudly, but she tried to show an outward appearance of assurance, even trying for boredom.
A guard had caught Miria's eye. When he noticed them he came right over and crooked his finger, "You two! With me."
They had no choice but to follow. Miria felt as if the entire world was staring at her with malice, her head felt light and she really hoped she wouldn't pass out.
In the hall the guard turned, "You should know service people going in this way," He pointed down the hall to a room with the same bluish white glow that came from the door in the Lobby. He walked back grumbling.
"Maybe we should just count ourselves lucky and hide til this is over, " Hails quavered, he looked very old, tiny and disheveled.

" No I have to know what this all is. It is something wrong right down to the bones and blood of everything." Miria said in a worried voice. " You can stay and hide if you want, Mr. Hails. I have a feeling all ties and loyalties built by our pasts and memories wont mean anymore than a puff of air by days end." She heard Hail's intake of breathe and felt horrible. She was thinking of Hart and not Her dear old friend, but she couldn't take back the words now.
She had inched her way to the doorway and peaked cautiously in. A small line was making there way in through another door, looking much the same in purpose but less ornate. No red plush carpet here. "Come on, lets get this over with," A female guard was urging them in and toward the door. No real way to back out unless they wanted the carts.