"Can the students get access to it?" asked one of the girl from the crowd of students. Crescent too, waited for the answer.
"You can...if you are capable enough," answered Mrs Smith with a smile.
All the students nodded with the same question in their minds.
In what manner they needed to be capable?
"Mrs Smith, do you have the access to the library?"
"Sadly, even I don't." She sympathetically smiled before going ahead with her explanation about the history behind the libraries.
"Why do you think the other library is so protected?" whispered a girl in her ear. It was the same girl who had been the first person to approach her in the morning and introduced herself as Misty.
"Not sure." She merely replied.
Ever since Misty learnt that she and Crescent were even roommates, she had made it a mission to not let her leave even for a second and became friends with someone else.
But this was the question that even Crescent wondered about. Why was it so protected? Did it hold what she wanted?
She needed to find that out.
Her eyes took in the detail of every hook and corner of this University. Crescent came here with a mission so there was no way she would miss even a single clue.
By the time they got familiar with the enitire university, afternoon had passed. The golden rays of the sun covered the hallway of their dormitories as she walked to her room.
In the past two months, Crescent had made trips to several universities with Mrs Walter to see which one fits better.
They all were brilliant, in the midst of the downtown, offered a kind of comfort filled with modern aminities but none of them had what she needed.
Until she put a step in here. There was something about this place that hit different. She felt it the moment her eyes laid on its structure.
Probably because it was in the middle of the hills and once had been the vault of the wealthy history, Crescent wanted to get in here.
She rotated the knob of the room and took a sigh of relief on not finding Misty here.
The sound of the running water told her that she was in the washroom. Removing her jacket, she sat on her desk. Taking out the diary that was gifted to her by Mrs Walter, she jolted down what she noticed today.
There were two things that mainly caught her eye.
Firstly, the secret library.
And the other one was actually the name, Icarus.
That's it.
No last name, nothing.
That was the only word she got to know.
Crescent moved her fingers over each and every letter of the name.
This was the youngest man to hold the access to that secret library, as they call it. And he was coming to the university regularly for the last few months as a History Researcher.
He was the key to that secret library.
To get to her purpose, she needed the entry in the secret library.
And to get in the secret library, she needed to get in contact with this person. Because apart from this person, no one else was this geographically close to this university. They all were in different parts of the world.
He was the easiest person to get.
"What are you doing?" Crescent jumped at her place when she heard the voice right by her ear. She had forgotten that she was not living here alone.
"Nothing just noting down what to keep in mind." Crescent closed the diary and kept it in the locker in her cupboard.
"Okay." Misty smiled and instead began with her reviews and opinions about this University.
Crescent listened to what Misty was saying, giving replies once in a while. At the same time, her mind was working in all the directions, formulating a plan which she knew was going to be extremely risky.
However she needed to give it a shot.
Crescent learnt more about the University of Lilac through Misty.
It was prominet for its history and held the original manuscripts of different branches. The more Misty talked, the more assurance Crescent got that she was really at the right place. There could be no other place better than this to start.
The entry to this university was based on the entrance examination which was very tough.
So mostly the students who were die-hard fan of this University and really wanted to get here got here. Misty was one of them and she was not.
Crescent did not care about the university till Mrs Walter talked to her about going to one. And when she mentioned about the history of this place, Crescent knew that it was going to be the starting point.
The moon casted its glow over the university and beyond the hills. It was the middle of night when everyone were deep in sleep.
At this moment, a pair of eyes opened up. They stared at the ceiling for some time before tilting the neck to look at the bed right in front.
Crescent quietly removed the blanket from the top of her and got on feet. She tip-toed to see Misty whose bed was across her.
Finding her sprawled all over the bed with one knee close to her chest and snoring lightly, Crescent then tip-toed to the washroom and changed into a set of clothes that she had already prepared inside.
Looking into the mirror, she checked out herself in the mirror. She was adorned in tight black jeggings and the jacket of the same color.
She pulled her hair in a bun before wearing a cap. There was a small backpack which she had tucked under the washbasin cabinet which was only filled up with necessities.
Her gaze locked into her reflection in the mirror. A determination was hidden in her orbs.
She brought out her phone and swiftly danced her fingers across the screen. She sent out a message to a certain someone.
Within months, she had grown as an expert of this gadget.
Just a minute later, all lights went out.