The rain had been falling steadily for hours, turning Edinburgh's stone street slick and gleaming. Aria Moonwhisper didn't mind, she liked the rain. Besides the reading room on the national library smelled better on rainy days.
She tucked her damp coat under her arm and moved quietly between the tall shelves. The others barely noticed her and she liked it.
She settled at her usual table in the corner beneath the stained glass window. The librarian, a kind man with silver rimmed glass, gave her a nod but said nothing. He knew her by now, always alone, reading books no one else opened.
Today the book in front of her was bound in worn black leather titled: De Noctis Arcanic of night secrets.she hadn't meant to find it, it had practically fallen off the shelf when she passed.
She opened it carefully, feeling a strange current through her fingertips.
The pages smelled like candle smoke and something older. The faint scent of wildflower lond since turned to dust.
She opened the second page and there was a handwriting, not in ink but in something slivery that shimmered just slightly in the low light.
"We are not what we seem. Some of us carry the old blood still. You are one of them". Aria blinked, the world's were changing
"He will find you soon. Don't run"
A loud thud jolted her... someone had dropped a book at the far end of the room, when she looked back...the page was blank.