ArdentOwlNk

There is nothing like the smell of progress in the afternoon. 

This veil I called a wonderland will not hold. 
          The light I called my essence has taken shape.
          There is only one thing left to do. I must ascend to a higher place, one made for  not the directors or librarians but for the creators of this world. 
          A new era takes flight.
          
          May the Ardent Owl Watch Over You.

A writing high is an euphoric experience felt by many creators, but they are best enjoyed in moderation. It keeps our sanity intact so the work does not suffer. 

It has been a while, Wattpad. Apologies for my absence, but my life has taken some hard hits. My aunt, the one who encouraged my journey as a writer, died in December. Now, that month only seems to be synonymous with Death and Sorrow. However, in this tragedy, I have realized I had to make some changes in my life and protect myself from things that would try to hurt me. I realize that I must continue to live and use the gifts that my aunt gave me for the better. 
          
          In doing that, I think it is time, patrons, to introduce you to the result of the revelation. From the chaos of the past comes a new hope for the future, the third "child" of the Librarian: Pallus L. Weaver.
          
          *A spotlight shines in the center as a young girl with long cherry hair stands in front of you. She seems to have a black school uniform and wears a beret just like the Librarian.
          
          Pallus: Greetings, Patrons. I am Pallus Librarian Weaver, daughter of the Librarian. Well, I am more than that. In truth, I am the wounds of the past, the voice that will no longer be silenced. With each pen stroke, I shall give my mother the retribution she deserves....

~To My dearest little Librarian
          
          Your archives has grown as of late, it's rather intimidating. To think that just a few months ago, your realm is clouded with cobwebs and misery, but now it is vibrant, beautiful and open to the public. As your guardian Wolf I am so very glad to see that you've navigated the dark void, returned, and founded Wonderland, to your safe haven. 
          
          ~Welcome home, Little light.
          
          And for the woman who watches me from the shadows. Your Scarlett Keep is always in my reach, dearest blade of Paradox.

Wonderland
          
          "There is a place 
          where dreams come true.
          Where happiness reigns 
          And no one is blue..."
          
          Is what I would say 
          Before today 
          When I realized that
          No two Wonderlands are the same.
          
          My wonderland is full of life
          Away from all the daily strife
          It's a place where darkness is light
          It's a place where day is night.
          
          It is a place where risk means reward
          It is a place we all adore.
          It is a where lost is found.
          It is the greatest place around. 
          
          This is a place where stories do not end.
          
          This is my happy place where our new tale begin.
          
          Shall we take a look, my friend? 

The Librarian's Compendium: Primadonnas
          
          The primadonnas are a race of war maidens who originate from a realm known as the Catacombs aka The Void. They are war maidens who utilize music to appeal to human emotions. They do this by channeling the power of the Fae, mystical spirits made of emotional energy and imagination. In recent years, we have come to known male Primadonnas that call themselves "Prima Maestros" that live happily with their female counterparts.
          
          Neo-Biblioteca holds records many great primadonnas, including that of Lady Canterella, a maiden who utilized her abilities to trick and corrupt the masses into gambling it all away at her establishment, The Vixen Casino.
          
          Another primadonna is Elegy Muraski, a young Primadonna who combines song with the Japanese spiritual art of shikigami. As it turns out, she was once an innocent child who was sold into the human trafficking world until she was rescued by a spirit who heard her cries for freedom. Now, she sings songs of a cryptic nature, warning people that nothing in this world can be trusted except the fact that to earn your way, you must ready to bear the pain. 

Friendship by Hand and Paw
          
          To my bestie @OddSlayerFenrir
          
          A Wolf and A Princess
          Thick as Thieves 
          
          Are they opposites or equals?
          What do your eyes see? 
          
          For theirs are honed to a world
          Where wondrous things roam free
          Like the kind they dreamed to be. 
          
          They are Thick as Thieves.
          

Greetings, one and all. I am the great reporter Mila Sardonyx, and this is an announcement coming straight from Neo-Biblioteca.  Very soon, we will have a special "interview" story featuring one of the Librarian's legendary characters: the great detective Michiru Sangatsu,  the OC from the Pokémon franchise. Be prepared to learn all about how Michiru became a detective and her connections to some of your favorite characters from the series.  Psst! There also may be a collab with a special someone, but I am not allowed to give too spoilers. What I can do is give a message from Michiru herself. Ok, detective! Take it away!
          
          Michiru: I hope you've enjoyed my creator's works so far. I am excited to meet you all very soon. Perhaps some of the other legends will be able to join this platform very soon. Anyway, I must be off. Another case calls out to me. (snaps fingers) See you soon~.

Thanks so much for the follow.