|Lady Amalthea (ex_ladyamalt607) wrote in undertherainbow,|
@ 2008-07-06 04:10:00
|Current location:||Chicago Public Library|
|Entry tags:||amalthea, the butterfly|
Where am I?
This place, it's almost so large as King Haggard's castle. These small tiles scribe words on the glowing tablet, but it is not true sorcery. There are books, hundreds of thousands of books on shelves made of steel.
I am a mortal woman again, and there are no unicorns here. Each moment a part of me dies, I'm smothered by it.
Molly? Schmendrick? ...Lir?
Where am I? Why did I not reach my forest?