This is amazing!!! Thank you so much for doing this!

This is really well-written! I quite like the intrigue of the last paragraph, and the paragraph about definitely sounds like something I'd do 

Day 1, Part 4

Moon Wolf yawned and stretched. The library was now closed, and night had fallen. Harrison had left after feeding the CBers one last time that day, promising to return relatively early the next morning.

All the guests had gathered near the reception desk after they all finished their food, as Dewey had asked them too. Once all of them were there, Dewey powered down the computer, and then went into a back room and turned off the electricity. 

“Okay, how are we going to see-?” someone in the crowd asked as Dewey came back out. 

Suddenly, orbs of soft yellow light lit the room like large stars. They hovered around, the lowest about 5 feet off the ground, and the highest dancing at the top of the dome. They drifted around slightly, but didn’t seem to go far or fast. It gave the library a soft glow as far as the eye could see, but somehow not diminishing the actual night sky outside the dome high above.

“Y’all can pick a lantern if you want,” Dewey said, exiting the desk and grabbing a lantern that she could reach. “And it’ll hover by you.”

She then released the ball of light, and it hovered by her shoulder. Moon Wolf, grabbed a lantern as well, and then let go of it. And it did hover just by her shoulder, like she was holding a moon by her head. Moon Wolf decided she quite liked it.

“And now, I’ll show y’all where you can sleep,” Dewey said, and the CBers who wanted lanterns took them. 

Then they followed Dewey over to the juvenile and young adult section of the library. The Librarian wandered the shelves, explaining she was looking for a good example. Finally, she stopped right by the Harry Potter books, which were on the third shelf off the ground. She then tapped every single copy of the Harry Potter books, extras and all, but no other books by that famed author, J.K. Rowling.

After Dewey tapped each of the books with her pointer finger, the books then tipped forward, revealing a space that looked much larger than the spot the books had originally filled. Moon Wolf looked closer, and saw that there was a bed in that space. Somehow, even in that bookshelf, it looked like a four poster bed with gold and red covers and red curtains. 

“Woah,” Celine said. “That’s interesting.”

“Exactly!” Dewey said. 

“I wanna sleep there,” Marin said. 

“Um, me too!” Cillian said. 

As Cillian said that, another bed seems to materialize from nowhere. It looked identical to the other, only it had the colors of Ravenclaw.

“One problem,” Scuttles said, scratching their head. “How do you fit in there? It looks like you should be a garden gnome to fit in there.”

“Try it, girls,” Dewey encouraged Marin and Cillian. “Just fold back the covers.”

The two girls look slightly nervous at playing the hamsters and being the first to get into bed a whole new way. But, they both folded back the covers on their desired beds, and with a golden flash, they disappeared into the beds, fitting perfectly.

Cillian gasped, and drew the covers up to her chin. “It’s so cool! It looks exactly how Harry’s room does, with a window over here-” and she got off her bed and wandered over to a cover of another book, looking at it. “It’s a nice view.”

Moon Wolf smothered a giggle, and glanced around at the other CBers. There were varying expressions of incredulousness and excitement.

“Wait, where’d the library go? Where’d Cillian go?” Marin looked confused, then brightened. She got out of her bed, and walked toward Cillian’s bed. About half way there, she apparently reached into mid air, turned something, and pushed forward. 

“Oh, there you are,” she said, with apparent relief. Cillian turned and grinned at her friend.

Dewey cleared her throat. “To leave your rooms, simply open the golden door you see.”

The two girls looked as though they heard Dewey, for they both walked toward the group, and appeared to open a door that they couldn’t see. With a golden flash, they both reappeared, their normal size.

“So cool,” the two girls said at the same time.

“And so, that’s how your rooms will be,” Dewey concluded. “Feel free to take any books in there for nighttime reading, but bring them out when you get up.” She then turned to the other CBers. “Same thing with y’all. And to get into your room, just tap the present book or series that are present! It doesn’t matter if some of the books are missing. There is no curfew, but I do suggest getting to bed before midnight. And once you are in your rooms, the books will fold up again. I just kept them down for Cillian and Marin so you could see what to do. Mk?”

“Alright,” Moon Wolf replied with the others. 

“K! Have fun! I’ll be in my room, behind the desk, that door, if you need me and I don’t hear you calling. Remember, leave any brownies you may catch a glimpse of alone!” and then Dewey walked away with her glowing lantern floating after her. 

Moon Wolf decided to follow WildWolf, as she had announced that she was going to the Keeper books. 

Once they got there, Moon Wolf helped WildWolf tap all the Keeper books present. Then, the books leaned forward, revealing a large bed and a Panakes tree. 

“Which do you want?” Moon Wolf asked WildWolf courteously.

“Hmm. The Panakes tree, if you don’t mind.” WildWolf said.

“Okay, sure,” Moon Wolf then reached in and folded back the covers of the large bed, and WildWolf folded back a blanket at the foot of the tree. The two girls vanished with a flash.

Inside her room, Moon Wolf looked around. It looked exactly how Sophie Foster’s room was said to look, with that large bed, flower carpet, and see through window walls. When she looked out the walls, she could see the ocean, and some of the animals that were kept in Havenfield. By the Panakes tree, she could see a small figure of WildWolf settling beneath the swaying petals of the tree.

Looking around her room again, Moon Wolf could almost imagine Sandor, Sophie’s goblin bodyguard, stationed outside the golden door across the room, even though she knew that it would just lead out to the library.

Digging under the covers, she found a bright blue elephant with a Hawaiian t-shirt on. She smiled, thinking how cool it was that Ella, Sophie’s snuggle buddy, was part of the room’s accommodation. She was tired, so she clapped her hands, darkening the walls, then burrowed beneath the covers with Ella, falling asleep almost immediately, dreaming of flying alicorns.

~~~

It was past midnight, and most of the CBers had found their rooms in some of their favorite books. And so, some dreamed of playing quidditch, of drinking the moon, of flying on Sunny’s back over Pyrrhia desert, of doing the dangerous Trial by Tale, of solving mysteries in the books of Agatha Christie, of many, many different things.

But one was on the top story, laying with their back on the mural, staring up at the stars. They didn’t notice a shadow sneaking behind them, and they didn’t remember anything from that point on, in their own memory. Someone else was in their mind, someone with different memories. And someone with the need of revenge.

~~~

They waited. All night long. Not giving the body a chance to rest. Whatever. Their mind was strong, and it controlled any urge the used body might want to sleep. They almost started to get bored, but then their patience was rewarded, in the early dawn light. Moon Wolf was sleepily trodding to the top level, wanting to watch the sunrise in the glass dome. Unfortunately, she never saw that golden glow, no. She was struck from behind, having not seen the shadow of someone she probably knew, though the mind and thoughts were not their own now. No, the only thing that Moon Wolf saw before falling to the ground was a shimmering gold covering her eyes. And then life was gone. And her story closed.

Dead: 1 (Moon Wolf)

Alive: 14 (CelineBurningBright [Celine], WildWolf, Hex, Lyric, Periwinkle [Peri], pangolin, Eclipse, Scuttles, Cillian, Marin, Endless Parodies [Parody], Silver Crystal [Silver], Seadragon, Bushy Tail [BT, Bushy])

Day 2, Part 5

Silver Crystal woke in her hobbit hole, in the little bed that seemed to fit her juuuust right. She felt really strange, like something terribly wrong had happened. She rolled out of bed, plodded to the round door across the room, opened it, and with a flash appeared into the library. 

She crossed to the window directly across from the bookshelf, lifted a curtain, and squinted out. The sun looked like it had risen an hour or so ago, shining golden rays on the world outside. All looked peaceable, and yet…

“I feel strange,” a voice behind her said, and she saw Scuttles, having come from somewhere else in the J.R.R.Tolkien rooms. 

“I know… me too,” Silver Crystal admitted. 

“Do you suppose…?” Scuttles looked a little nervous suggesting it, but Silver Crystal heartily agreed.

She did suppose. 

And so, moments later, she and Scuttles were hurrying all about the library in a nervous frenzy, encountering CBer after CBer as they all emerged from their bookrooms. Soon, all the CBers but Moon Wolf had been happened upon, and that made Silver even more certain. 

On the very last story, at the curving walkway, they found her. Or rather, what was left of her. 

Picking up the golden figure, she saw that it was indeed Moon Wolf. She was in a crouch, her head raised like a wolf howling at the moon. She had shrunk to a three inch figurine. Flipping her over, Silver read on the bottom, Moon Wolf. Backstabbed. 

Silver Crystal visibly recoiled, and quickly handed the little figurine to the person next to her, who happened to be Celine. Celine looked the figurine over and then gasped, “Dewey!”

A moment later, The Librarian rounded the corner of the ramp, and hurried to the group of CBers. She marched her way to the middle, and gently took the golden statue from Celine’s hands.

“Come with me,” was all she said before turning back to the ramp downwards.

Down at the reception desk, Dewey had disappeared into the door behind the desk, and all the CBers waited in nervous silence. Eventually, The Librarian returned with a book and the figurine. She set both on the desk facing the group.

“Yes,” she said softly. “She is gone. Her book has closed.”

Silver looked at the midnight blue cover, with the silver words, Moon Wolf’s Story. Hesitantly, Silver put out a finger and flicked the cover open. It fell to a page with silver writing, and she peered closer.

‘ No, the only thing that Moon Wolf saw before falling to the ground was a shimmering gold covering her eyes. And then life was gone. And her story closed.’

Silver leaned back, feeling sad and slightly sick. Cillian leaned forward and tried to turn the page, but it wouldn’t budge. She then tried to turn back a page, and it did so easily, showing how Moon Wolf likes her bookroom in the Keeper world. 

“Why won’t the pages turn forward?” Cillian asked the quiet Librarian.

“Her story is closed, there is no more to write,” Dewey answered simply.

“But there are so many more pages,” Marin argued. “Surely there’s more?”

“She is gone,” The Librarian said, snapping a little. “She had so much more to write in her story, it’s true, but the book shuts and refuses to continue in any way when they are gone.”

And with that, she snatched the book back, and marched into the back room, leaving the figurine behind.

“She’s awfully high strung,” WildWolf murmured, and others nodded in agreement. 

“Her responsibility was tested just now, and she lost one of us,” Silver Crystal said softly. “Let her be.”

~~~

The Librarian

“Dewey, Dewey, look at meeee!” a little girl with coco skin and two puffy ponytails swung higher and higher on a swing, almost touching the boughs on the tree the swing was attached to.

“Be careful, Story,” Dewey said, shaking her head, jingling her beaded braids. 

“I’m flying!” Story squealed, giggling happily.

Dewey watched carefully, and gasped when her little sister then jumped off at the highest point and plummeted to the earth below. Dewey’s hand shot forward, and a burst of silver whizzed to her sister, enfolding her in the silver light like a bubble before gently setting Story on the ground.

“Again, again!” her sister was unfazed and giggling for more.

“Story, you can’t do that! I won’t always be here to save you,” Dewey scolded, but her sister just ran over to her, and sat down on the grass beside her, giving Dewey a big squeeze, or as big of a squeeze as a 6 year old could give.

“You will always be there for me,” Story looked up at her with big, trusting eyes. “You’ll never let me down.”

Dead: 1 (Moon Wolf)

Alive: 14 (CelineBurningBright [Celine], WildWolf, Hex, Lyric, Periwinkle [Peri], pangolin, Eclipse, Scuttles, Cillian, Marin, Endless Parodies [Parody], Silver Crystal [Silver], Seadragon, Bushy Tail [BT, Bushy])

Day 2, Part 6

WildWolf sulked most of the morning. She finished reading Stellerlune, and then sat slumped in an armchair, contemplating life in general. Especially the fact that she had willingly signed up for this lodge, only for the possibility of being turned into a golden statue hovering over her head. Not fun.

Periwinkle wandered past her, and then paused and backtracked. “I know,” she said sympathetically. “I haven’t gone to a lodge in a long time, but this definitely seems-” she sighed, searching for a word. “Daunting.”

WildWolf nodded, sitting up in her armchair. “I’m afraid to move,” she admitted, rubbing her neck. 

“Walk with me,” Peri invited. “I’m getting to know the library better so I can help people find books that they desire on this side of the library.”

“Alright, sure,” WildWolf stood, and then walked beside Peri up and down the halls of shelves. 

“I love how the library brings this sense of quiet that no other place does,” Peri confided. “It’s the silence of words and other worlds, you know?”

WildWolf listened. There was the sound of rustling pages, of quiet whispers, and the soft pattering of footsteps on the carpet. There were giggles, and distant loudness from the children’s section, echoing strangely, like from the past. The glint of glasses, a teasing smile, bouncy curls, a golden knife-

WildWolf lurched forward with a gasp. She was on the floor, with Peri and Dewey kneeling next to her.

“There ya are,” Dewey said, looking relieved. “Peri said that you… fainted or something?”

“Erk,” WildWolf groaned, slowly standing. “I dunno… just like faded into the noise…”

She trailed off, taking in the glint of Dewey’s glasses and curly head of hair. She paled, then mumbled, “I’m fine, I’ll just go with Peri again,” as she practically dragged Peri down the aisle. 

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Peri said, frowning concernedly at WildWolf. “But when you looked at Dewey it was like you saw a ghost! Are you sure you’re fine?”

WildWolf hesitated, about to tell her friend of the vision she had. But at the last moment she changed her words- “Oh, no. I really am fine. Dewey just looked, um, different for a second.” Yeah, different because what she saw in her vision Dewey had a golden knife. She definitely would look at her differently now, and yet, she also couldn’t deny that it could’ve all just been an overreaction of her paranoid imagination. 

Periwinkle looked as though she could tell that wasn’t what WildWolf was going to say, but she didn’t press the matter. Instead, pointing out different books and asking if WildWolf had read them, she somehow, in her own Peri way, calmed WildWolf down. The more she thought about it, the more she felt sure that her wired emotions had just made her brain focus on something that surely wasn’t true. Well, that is until she and Peri wandered up an aisle they had already, near the one where WildWolf had ‘fainted’. Because there in the middle of the aisle were two golden figurines. 

“Oh boy,” Peri said, sprinting to them before picking them both up. 

WildWolf hesitantly walked closer, seeing the two holding hands and grinning at each other, as though in all the world fading from life was the best thing ever for Cillian and Marin.

Dead: 3 (Moon Wolf, Cillian, Marin,)

Alive: 12 (CelineBurningBright [Celine], WildWolf, Hex, Lyric, Periwinkle [Peri], pangolin, Eclipse, Scuttles, Endless Parodies [Parody], Silver Crystal [Silver], Seadragon, Bushy Tail [BT, Bushy])

Ooh, I died (and Cillian too). This is getting quite interesting and Dewey seems suspicious right now. So there's a golden knife, and golden figurines; is it a type of repeating motif, perhaps?