January Challenge Day 3: Crack The Spine

“Enchanted Library”

Slender fingers glided along the shelves lined with books of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Vivika smiled, her usually shy eyes full of wonder and an eagerness that hadn’t filled her in years. “It’s amazing,” she whispered.

“You like it?”

Forgetting she wasn’t alone, Vivika’s smile turned shy as she nodded. “I love it.” She looked over her shoulder at Dietrich, a question already on her lips, but his outstretched arm stopped her.

“Please?” He asked with his own smile.

Vivika knew the familiar coaxing smile. It usually brought with it a surprise of his design, or someone else’s suggestion, but it tended to be worth it. Her hand in his, the last thing she expected was for him to pull her closer. She instinctively stiffened.

“Viv,” Dietrich chuckled, “I’m not going to do anything weird. Trust me this one time and I’ll never make you close your eyes again.”

Still unsure, she looked around at the shelves of books looming over them. “Okay,” she exhaled, “only this time.” She spoke as if convincing herself but it was all Dietrich needed to turn her around and place his hands over her eyes.

Although she couldn’t see, she could still imagine the library around them. The shine of the floor, the   openings between the bookcases that resembled archways more than an actual space, the painted ceiling with words from the books that filled the place. Smiling at the mental images, she was able to let him guide her without any reluctance. Even the stiffness that once weighed on her bones faded away the longer they walked.


Having his breath so close to her ear made her heart race but she nodded anyway, ignoring the comfort she felt with him.

The sight that greeted her once she blinked away the last remnants of haze made her gasp. The library was bigger than she ever imagined. Spinning in place, she saw that there were four additional floors full of books. But it wasn’t just the books that caused her to simultaneously brighten and soften. Strings of circle lights stretched from one side of the room to the other, connecting the railings of the floors and filling in the vaulted ceiling like they were stars.


Bringing her gaze down, she grinned. In the middle of the room was a single table already dressed and set for dinner. “Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?” She eyed her sorcerer as she took his hand once more, a spring in her step.

“Yea,” he grinned down at her, “they even helped and I was able to get this.” He didn’t let go of her hand even when they reached the table and he handed her a book with her name on it. “Open it.”

“Dietrich, my hand.”

“Oh yea,” he laughed, letting go reluctantly.

Giggling herself, Vivika ran her fingers along her name before turning to the first page. No sooner did she open the thing did a swirl of magic wrap around her and shoot up to the ceiling, taking the light with it. “Die-“

“Shh.” He lit the candles at the table then moved back to her. His hand found its way to the small of her back as he stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Just watch.”

Ignoring the warmth of his hand, she stared at the ceiling. It was slow but eventually the whole room resembled the night sky with the constellations outlined and shining brighter than the other stars. She turned to him when it was done, her eyes glistening with the memory of the first time he created the stars for her. “Thank you.”