InsaneJournal

Who: Cimorene and Cathal
When: Day 3, midday
Where: In the courtyard, outside the library
What: Cimorene punctures her own canon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Since her arrival, Cimorene had decided that the easiest way to get herself out of this mess was to learn as much as she possibly could about what she was facing. While she didn't expect the library to have step-by-step instructions on how to get back to the Enchanted Forest, she did sort of assume that one of these days, she was going to stumble upon something helpful. There were many different kinds of people here, and if Cimorene had all the information, it was far more likely that her knowledge and abilities, when combined with those around her, could be the difference between being stuck in this miserable little place, and being happy at home.

So, Cimorene scowered the library. Hardly proper behaviour for a princess, but then again, Cimorene had never been a normal one of those. She read books on every subject and every study, hardly sleeping, hardly eating, sure that in 'the next one' she'd find the answers she was looking for. But in 'the next one', she found something that she had no prepared herself for. A narrative account of her life. Every detail hashed out perfectly, from her life in Linderwall to her battle with the wizards and the saving of the Enchanted Forest. Odd, to be sure, but then again, histories weren't that far out of the realm of reality, right? But there were more books, three more, and by the time that Cimorene was done with the quartet, she was far from calm.

She had a husband. A son. She was a queen. The wizards had come back, and it had been up to her to save her home and her friends, time and again. And she wasn't there anymore to do it. Panic surged in her chest and Cimorene fled the library, tears streaking down her face, blocking her vision. Her own personal...pre-history aside, people were going to die because she couldn't get home. People she loved. And it was all her fault.

Dashing from the library with her arms full of the small books that had so betrayed her, Cimorene was definitely not watching where she was going, and slammed right into someone. Someone solid enough to knock the abnormally fit princess over, her head making a sickening crack on the flagstones of the courtyard when it connected. Groaning, Cimorene rolled to her side, a ball of skirts and rumpled pages, and moaned.