No Rest for the Weary [open]

[Dante Silvasi]

Dante had no real dislike for stormy weather…until today. He was well accustomed to rain, having lived most his life in the mountains, but this beach storm was ridiculous! Lasting for days, with high gust and a constant downpour, was not what the 11th year would deem pleasant. First of which, it greatly limited what he could actually do. Dante was never the one to sit idle. He had have purpose to be his best, and without it, boredom tended to take over…And when that begins, his determination to relieve it only becomes stronger.

Then add the fact, the young Silvasi had a minor problem with closed in spaces. It wasn’t to the point of him being manic on the subject, but he did easily get cabin fever if he was forced to remain inside far too long. So it should be easily understood that as soon as the rain and wind let off slightly, Dante made a break for the open skies. Changing into his bat form, he circled around the school ground once before heading to the other side of the island to survey the damage. The rain hadn’t stopped, but it seemed to be nearing an end. It wasn’t until the wind started to pick back up that Dante began to think he should have not come out at all. He was just over the forest when he turned around, and it was then, he realized what he would be dealing with on his return trip. Bats were not the most solid of creatures, so it was surprising he didn’t plummet to the earth from the 40 or 50 miles per hour wind coming directly at him. It had been night when he left the school and it wouldn’t be until late morning that he would make it back.

It took all his strength and will to get him this far, as well as a few scars from slamming into trees and random things along the way. One thing was certain though, Dante felt exhausted. Flying through a slightly opened window of the closest building, he found himself in the Library. Dripping wet he fluttered around the ceiling a few times as he found a perch to grip onto. Now dripping wet and disheveled, the Junior was far too tired to change back; So getting himself comfortable as he folded his wings, Dante soon fell asleep. He should have known it wouldn’t last long.

[Midnight Parker]

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Midnight sighed as she walked into the library.Does it really have to be raining?Midnight thought.She shrugged despondently. Oh well, at least I can grab something to read.She looked around her, all the bookshelves filled easily with thousands of books. There must be a fiction section, considering the number of books. She walked over to a shelf. Here's as good of a place to start as any.

Hours must've passed. It seemed that way. She went through title after title, everything from encyclopedias to biographies on the first shelf alone! She searched for the fiction section. She found it on the opposite end of the floor, near the windows. She smiled at the bit of moonlight, even though it was still raining. It wasn't raining much now. The storm would soon be over, at least for a while. Do these kind of places have hurricanes often? I hope not. Using the bit of moonlight she found, Midnight went through the titles. Romeo and Juliet, The Tell-Tale Heart, Aesop's Fables, the library had everything! She even managed to find a few modern titles like the Harry Potter books. She grabbed the third book in the series, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and decided to head back. However, she got a chill. A cool, damp breeze blew across her neck. She looked at the windows. Someone had left one cracked open. Setting her book on a nearby table, Midnight walked over and shut the window. She was turning around to grab her book and leave when something caught her eye.

For some reason, there were coat hooks placed seemingly arbitrarily on the wall, and something was hanging on one of them. Midnight normally wouldn't have bothered, but this object piqued her curiosity. She approached closer, trying to get a better look at it. Gently, she reached out and touched it. It was wet, not damp. It was dripping wet. Midnight looked down and saw a small puddle of water on the floor. It felt kind of like an umbrella, but it was too small, even for a pocket- or purse-sized one. This time, she gently reached out and attempted to slide it off the hook, but it wouldn't budge. How odd. Feeling the hook itself, Midnight found that the object was being held by something that felt kind of like claws. What is this thing? She gently pried the claws away from the hook, took the wet thing in the palms of her hands and brought it nearer to her face, stepping into the moon light. She looked at it for just a moment before realizing what it was. Oh, it's a bat! she whispered to herself. "It probably isn't dead. I hope I didn't disturb it. I should probably put it back." She stepped back toward the hook, preparing to replace the bat when she heard a noise.

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