The Mir'oirs, one.
"I wake up when the noise begins, or perhaps only when it becomes louder. The bookshelves keep it away, but the demon spawned women bypass all wards set against them. So I wake up."
"I wake up to darkness. I have to dig my way out of my burrow, following the lights of hell out of my cave. I am hungry. Dare I chance the inner circle? Hunger will make a mind do strange things, and so I choose to dare. I creep through the shelves, careful of the demon spawn and their followers, especially the one in black who screamed, and the blonde male. I find the doors to the inner circle closed. The sounds from inside defy description, but for food, I must chance it."
"I take a moment to steel myself against the horrors I know to be within, before pushing through the doors and bolting for the back of the room. The store house of food is there, and I pray that the creatures resident to this circle are not. I find the door and crawl in, careful to prop the door open behind me."
"It is cold in the store house, with a small, clean, white light. Were it not for the cold, I would stay here, where it is safe. But I know from experience, this place is not for me. I am consigned to the depths of Hell, this bit of peace is only a temporary reprieve. I tear into the food I find here."
"Later, I emerge, hunger sated, my supply bag once again filled so that I need not return to this place again for a time. The residents of this place seem to have chosen the far corner of the room for their ongoing battle, and so I am able to sneak out unseen. I thank my Creator for this mercy."
"I am quiet as I make my way back to my cave, my safe haven amidst this hell. Every footstep, every peal of laughter, every sound of another being approaching sends me into new horrors. I never see them, these others, but for when they require a new trial of me. I wish they would leave me alone."
"Sometimes I wonder how I could have suffered this fate. What I could have done to be afflicted as I am. It all leads me to the same conclusion: I unknowingly have angered the gods. All of them. Only one and I would merely have suffered bad luck. Only a handful and my life would have been miserable, but I would not have been consigned to hell. I have angered them all, and I repent each day. The altar at the back of my cave is bedecked in what finery I can find, and I chance the horrors in the unclean spaces to retrieve more when I can. The plastic pendants on their silvered, brown loops may not appease them, but at least they know that I try."
"The twins had dared a trip to the heart of GDB territory to retrieve a new bit of music Giles had uncovered... but only in the course of his research, and only as a reference line. They were shocked to see an entire stack of books arranged it the shape of a half collapsed igloo. Looking closer, they saw a glitter of plastic, light on magnetic strips, and a cowering figure at the back, apparently caught in the midst of worship. "Hey, Pyla, isn't that Mir?" The cowering figure made a sudden break for a back exit the twins hadn't seen before, mostly because she was building it as she went, and then... she was gone. Fleeing into the depths of the Library."
"They have found me. The demon spawn have found me, and soon the rest will find me as well. I cannot remain here, I must find a new home, a new cave, a new safe place. I can never rest, for I am never safe..."
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