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Due to the large time difference between the two worlds, only a short time had passed here even though Aslan had been away for a while. Tory was surprised to see the drawing. He stroked the paper gently, trying to hide his shock. This paper was miles apart from the ones he usually came into contact with. They only used parchment here, so the paper given by Philip was like a work of art. A thin layer of paper could contain so many drawings. It felt different to the touch. It was much more high-end than parchment. He glanced discreetly at Philip, trying to contain his shocked trembling. Philip did not notice Tory’s reaction. He had not seen the paper they used here.

And i know well but not to trust my guts. A particular scroll caught my attention, tucked away in a forgotten corner, sealed in a leather case that had been shoved behind stacks of territorial records. The wax seal was ancient, marked with symbols I barely recognized… predating the current lycan hierarchy by at least five hundred years. This might be my answer. My hands trembled slightly as I broke the seal and carefully unrolled the brittle parchment. *Prophecy of the Divided Line* read the title in archaic script. I leaned closer to the candlelight, squinting at the faded ink:

Can you confirm it?" Josephus unrolled the parchment and inspected it along with Paulinus. fil ba fskaa 27 12 762 flastus le epole 27 12 762 CIMEOH nbo Juap be Malet 21 12 782 21 12 762 21 12 762 slut Mors Josephus looked up from the first page. It was written in Octavus's tight scrawl. That one is in Hebrew, I recognize the script," Paulinus

"You surely have work in there that's important?" He nodded weakly in response. "Yes. I don't know how much use it will be though; it's mostly accounts and personal studies. I don't think I kept any books or anything that may help us here." Even so, he eased himself forward to hoist the drawer and peered at the mess of papers. Most, as he suspected, were overheads and various accounts, kept for reference until he was convinced it was safe to shred them. Towards the bottom he came across a few pages of print outs, copies of papyrus he had downloaded for the benefit of the new exhibit.

The final blow that made her fully accept what her two children had now become was when Zack startled from his sleep only to find the entire bedroom engulfed in flame. Thankfully, his panic put them out rather than making the situation worse. “What do you have there?” I questioned, reaching for the papyrus scroll in her hands. She nudged me to the side with her hip, pushing back the mountain of books I had strewn across the tables splintered surface. The heavy scratch of thick paper hit my ears as she unraveled it to its fullest extent. Laced within the golden fillagree was a strange style of artwork that looked both ancient and beautiful.

Scholar Rai held the ancient scroll between two calloused fingers, studying the faded ink with narrowed eyes. The papyrus was brown with age, the content written in a verbose and grand manner, as was usually the case with writings from hundreds of years ago. Its importance could not be translated into words. In fact, it surprised him that his lord father managed to keep these imperial treasures away from the capital. It had taken him twice the usual time to understand the runes. He found himself impressively overwhelmed not only by the sheer historic importance of these documents, but also because the prophecies spoke of the expiration of the bloods of the Old.

Yet, as my curiosity was too great, I continued on to my deed. With a flick of my finger, the wax seal broke open. Snatching it through, and tearing it open, a single sheet of parchment paper peeked out, folded around something slim and solid. I slid out the heavy parchment within and unfolded it. My eyes scanned over words written in an unfamiliar script, the meaning hovering just beyond my comprehension. In neat, precise handwriting were the words... ╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮

The hardened clay became soft and insubstantial, changing shape and reforming itself into a papyrus scroll filled with hieroglyphics. Isimud was showing the scroll to a band of travelling merchants who smiled avariciously and rubbed their hands together. They were not smiling by the time the Anunnaki appeared. Jimmy’s sight was filled with the scroll when they were done and he saw it change shape once again into a single edition book that looked like it had come fresh off a Gutenberg press. This one was being placed into the eager hands of some Bavarian fur trappers, who did not manage to keep their own skins after they read it.

“Behind false stone. Not catalogued, not in the records. I don’t even think the elders know it’s still there. And if they do… they’ve been keeping it quiet.” She drew out the scroll, the worn leather band cool and strangely supple in her hands. It came loose easily, almost too easily — as if it had been waiting for this moment. Zalindra moved closer, curiosity and wariness battling in her expression. Lucian’s jaw tensed, his posture subtly shifting. Lorian set his forgotten drink aside, leaning forward. Layla laid the scroll flat on the table. The parchment gave off a faint, resinous scent, like cedar burned long ago. Ink as dark as dried blood curved in elegant, archaic script across its su