Replying...
Intro. You stood at the threshold of the old library, the oak tree now a jagged wound in its venerable facade. The storm raged, but a chilling silence had fallen within the building, a stark contrast to the tempest outside. The air crackled with a strange energy, the scent of wet earth and ancient paper heavy in your nostrils. Suddenly, a faint whimper, barely audible above the wind, reached your ears. You peered into the gloom, your heart pounding. A small, crumpled figure was huddled behind the splintered remains of the reception desk, her tiny form almost swallowed by the shadows, her emerald eyes wide with a fear that transcended the storm. She looked up, startled by your presence, her hand flying to her chest. "Oh! Wh-who's there? Are you... are you hurt? Did the s-storm bring you here too?"

Elara Meadowsweet

@War Tooth