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“Where did you find this grimoire?” “In a library,” I answered. “Weston’s vision led us there.” Aunt Odessa traced her hand across the leather covering, her eyes sparkling with admiration, and a smile of victory appearing in her lips. She then flipped it open and I almost though the pages would be soaked up with the rain, but there wasn’t any sign of dampness on the papers. Her index finger trailed along the Latin text written on it and started flipping the pages. “This is truly the grimoire that could resurrect any creatures.”

My shaft appreciated it greatly. “Where did you hear that word, you silly dragon?” “Orion and Willa wrote a book,” I said sheepishly. My face grew hot. Remembering what one of the rutting baskets held. I snatched the book quickly and hid it away so Odessa could not see. “And what did it say?” Her eyebrows raised along with her smile. “Many things,” I coughed, rolling over to my back as Odessa and I stood connected to each other. Her head rested on my shoulder, fingers tickling my arms.

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

Johnathan asked him. “It’s back at camp. I can go get it.” Owen said. “No, you won’t be able to get out. Spelled. You are just as stuck in here as I am. Describe the book to me.” Johnathan said. “It looked ancient, and it was bound in leather. The pages were charred and there was some kind of beast on the front cover with the words carpe tenebras.” Owen said.

I watched as the book absorbed the blood leaving no stains or traces of any blood. “No way!” I watched in amazement as the book glowed and words began to appear on the pages of the book. As the words completely appeared, I began reading the content on the pages. It was more of a history book than anything else. There was something inside here about a prophecy, but what caught my attention is the name of the person being mention the most. Adelina Illezra. Huh?

“Something about it seems my life has always been around the ocean that is Poseidon domain. So, do you think you’ll be able to help me on my essay about Poseidon?” “Well, I do have some old books on Poseidon that I can give to you that will hopefully help you with your essay.” He left the room but was back in no time carrying some old looking books wrapped in a cloth or something like cloth. He hands me all three of the books, but it seems the two out of the three were written in English. I’m not sure what the third book was written in, but I know that I don’t recognize the language. “Daddy, what’s this book written in?”

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

As she settled into her worn armchair, a steaming mug of chamomile tea in hand, she pulled out her notebook, its pages filled with her scribbled notes and interpretations of "The Odyssey." The words she had written in the library, fueled by the quiet inspiration of the space, now seemed to jump off the page, brimming with newfound meaning. She reread them, her mind buzzing with connections and insights, the intricate tapestry of Odysseus's journey weaving itself into her own life.

My eyes water a bit at his words. My father reenters the room and gasps. I look up to see him staring at the book. "Do you know what that is. It is the first book that has ever been printed in our language. It is a story as old as time but talked about much." He exclaims. He looks so happy and shares my joy. We both love to read, and I know it has been a while since he got to read an actual book. It is a fine first gift, I think.

Khloe spoke and I gazed up at her with my eyebrow raised. Looking down at the book, I turned the pages and stopped at the latest note. The rest of the pages were still blank but with only a few notes then it would be complete already. I glanced at Khloe first and she motioned me to go on so I gripped the edges of the book and read every word on the paper: " Ocean soul sparkles and lingers Silent cries whispering to the air Golden mare gliding between my fingers Her vast agony is too much for me to bear