Chapter 88: Historical Texts
After they had finished their training, Wallflower and Charon went their separate ways.
For him, that meant heading back to his apartment and getting some much-needed sleep after yet another rough day.
His footsteps were heavy as they echoed on the wooden staircase, even more so when he made it to the landing with his floor. The toll of his training sat on his bones like a weight, every motion feeling like an uphill battle.
Lights were brightly lit above him, giving off a faint hum that reminded him of a generator.
’And to think I was worried about electricity before coming here.’
Looking up just before inserting his key into the door, he paused just in time to notice standing across the hall, staring at him. A small stack of books was tucked under his arm, as well as a brown bag that Charon assumed held food.
Feeling it would be awkward not to say anything, he offered a small smile.
"Hey, Emerius, what are you doing?"
The tall man pushed his own apartment door open and glanced back at him.
"Oh, hello, Charon. I was just at the library. They have an impressive collection of tomes given their circumstances."
Charon scratched the back of his head.
"I was thinking about that earlier. Annie being so big into history, it confused me how she could have access to all these things without memories of the Living Realms, when it hit me that that’s what my people used to do. The Animancers."