Jake eyed the perfectly made-up bed in the room. In an abandoned temple in the middle of the jungle, hidden so that nobody could find it. This place had to have been empty for a long time, and yet the bed, the dresser and the wardrobe did not give the appearance of being left for so long. While there was dust, there was nowhere near as much as there should have been. Was this a dream? Like when he was seeing through that strange girl's eyes? No. While he had been this girl. Saria, her name had been. And while he was her, he was doing more than seeing through her eyes. For a short time, he had been her. Was he losing his mind? He must be going insane, right? Maybe sleep in an actual bed was what he needed. It felt like he had spent an age running from what he had done. Perhaps he would have a clearer head in the morning.
He removed his shoes, and climbed into the bed, sighing at the extreme comfort of the bed after many night sleeping on hard ground. He thought it would take him awhile to get to sleep, but he surprisingly drifted off almost immediately.
She couldn't sleep. The soft covers of the bed were so different from the moss and leaves that had been her bed back home. It provoked a yearning, a longing to be gone from this place and back to where she had come from. Saria looked at the ceiling which blocked her off from the night sky she had slept under for her whole life.
She got up, and walked over to the door, pressing the same buttons Glacia had pressed to get into the room. Surprisingly, the door hissed open, and she padded out, her still bare feet making little sound on the stone. She began looking for a way out. She didn't want to stay here, even if she didn't really have anywhere else to know. Not since the woman who could control lightning had come to her village and killed everyone else. She turned a corner into another room, and stared. Lining the room were shelf upon shelf of books. Her village had maybe one or two people who knew their letters. And even then, there were only two or three books in the village. Books were valuable, afterall. Here were enough volumes to buy her village at least twice over.
Staring around at the books, Saria didn't notice the woman sitting at one of the tables, until she heard the page turn in the silence. She whipped around to see Glacia sitting in a corner, a book on the table in-front of her.
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