Note: This is the second part of the Enchanted Library and consists of more of the backstory and less of the sex stuff. Also, I'm writing after a long time so I may not be able to capture the essence of the first part. So read accordingly and share your feedback.
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Leah woke up with a start; she hadn't slept in four days. Every time she tried to close her eyes, a new nightmare played in her mind, and her body jerked awake. She had difficulty eating too; she threw up immediately after having a few bites. Dragging herself to the mirror, she stared at her pale face and the bags under her eyes, her pupils were dilated and her cheekbones had sunk in. She was losing a lot of hair and very soon she would end up looking like Gollum from 'The Lord of the Rings'. There were bruises on her body; some nightmares were so violent, she had to scratch herself till she was awake.
She hadn't quit her job yet, just taken a sick leave. How would she survive without a job? She had bills to pay. She wanted to have normal life, and work, enjoy the small things, travel, maybe find love again, but she couldn't do all of that while being cursed. She needed to find a way to end this, but didn't know where to begin. She thought of asking for help, but who would believe her? People would just assume she went crazy after the divorce and have her locked up. She had gone back to the library two days after the incident to find a remedy, but there was nothing in any of the books.
"Maybe the mayor knows something! He made sure that section remained closed, and he is Prince Ramanuj's descendant. I bet I could get some information from him with arousing his suspicions," she thought to herself.
Changing into something decent, she applied make-up on her face to avoid looking like she had just crawled out of a coffin. She wore clothes that covered up her body completely, to hide the marks. She wrapped a scarf over her balding head, wore some comfortable shoes and left. She decided to walk to the office as it was nearby, the taxi drivers charged too much anyway. She stumbled a couple of times due to weakness, but kept walking. She had reached halfway when she crashed into someone and lost her balance, the other person grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her from falling.
"Miss Braganza!" Leah whispered, feeling a little nervous. She watched as the old lady's eyes widened in shock.
"You read a book, didn't you? From the restricted section...you summoned something," she said with a worried look on her face. Leah considered lying to her but it seemed pointless, the lady obviously knew more than she had let on.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"Come home with me, I'll explain everything." Leah decided to go with her; the meeting would have to wait. If she got all the answers from Miss Braganza, she wouldn't have to talk to the mayor.
Edith Braganza's home was small but cozy; she had spent a lot of time decorating it. It smelled of cookie dough and it was cool and breezy. Leah sat on the couch while Edith went to the kitchen to get her some juice.
"I can't keep it down," she said, pointing at the glass of juice. "I've been throwing up a lot lately."
"Trust me honey...have it. You'll feel better," Edith said, with a smile.
Leah picked up the glass and took a small sip, it tasted heavenly. She finished the drink in a few quick gulps and asked for more.
"I can't believe I drank that, it feels like ages since I got something in my stomach. What did you put in that?" She asked out of curiosity.
"I'll tell you all about it dear, but not right now. We have more important things to take care of." She walked up to a cabinet filled with books and took out one.
"Chicken Soup for the soul: older and wiser... I'm sorry but umm...how is a cook book going to help me?"
Edith laughed out loud. "It's not a cooking book, Chicken soup series have stories of inspiration and motivation, but this is not about that either," she said, removing the fake cover off the book and handing it over to Leah.
"Oh my god, Prince Ramanuj's journal! How do you have that?"
"I stole it," she said, trying to hide the embarrassment in her voice.