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They began investigating it curiously. A wooden table was placed in the middle of the basement. It was occupied by the wreck of parchments, quills and an old, leather diary. Leo moved towards the table trying to find something that can help them acknowledge the situation. He began examining the hand made parchments. “Did you find anything?” Adi asked curiously. “Nothing much. Some very old handmade papers and a diary.” He pushed the diary towards Adi as it was empty when he checked. He continued taking a look at the parchments. He felt intrigued by its thick structure as he had never seen something like this.

"She is a Holloway, and humans will do anything for power." Pushing open the heavy doors to his study, Lucien marched toward his desk, intending to throw away the ruined papers from the night before. Instead, his eyes landed on a neat stack of crisp white parchment sitting directly over the stained ancient treaties. He picked up the top page, his heart violently slamming against his ribs as his eyes scanned the flawless handwriting, reading the perfect translation of the northern rune treaties that his entire Beta Council had failed to decipher for months. Attached to the bottom page was a small, handwritten note from Freya.

He sought for the knowledge, dedicated all his life to unearth the unearthed, opposed the DEOS and the people who are devoted to its words. He made so many outrageous things; DEOS cannot be owned, so he stole it and engraved its text to tablets of stone so he can further study it on a deeper extent- the book was then retrieved by the people. He sneaked to a sacred and forbidden place to gather information and almost lost his way out. And the most outrageous of all of that he did; He teared out 3 pages of DEOS and hid it- Hitherto, the 3-missing page’s whereabout remained unknown.

Just gone. No one speaks. Finally, one of the werewolves clears his throat. “Well. That’s… ominous.” Maelis reaches for the parchment, then stops. Her eyes flick to Ezra. “It’s addressed to you.” Ezra’s fingers curl slowly around it. “And Aiden,” Cassian adds quietly. “Both of you.” My stomach drops. Ezra breaks the seal. The parchment unfolds on the table between us, ancient symbols crawling across the page like living things. At first glance, it looks like nonsense—circles, lines, glyphs intersecting in strange patterns.

I could practically live here if I had a mind to. The cases are full of ancient texts made of stone, wood, and papyrus. What I wouldn’t do to get my hands on them, not just to read, but to feel the weight of their history. How many preternaturals have held these items in their bare hands and the creature who created these? Amazing, just amazing. “This is incredible,” I murmur, letting go of his hand. I run my fingers along the glass. Some texts are barely held together with bits of string. Some are bound by ancient leather or some kind of soft cloth, almost like muslin.

When Diego expressed his desire to give a gift to Eston, Stellina felt that she had given the right item. Stellina had also bought the Pergamena book. Pergamena was an animal skin processed into traditional Roman paper. "Perhaps this could also be given to Lord Eston," she whispered softly. This small book made of pergamena had a cover decorated with beautiful calligraphy reminiscent of Rome's cultural heritage. Diego received another call from Eston, informing him that he had arrived at the airport. Diego quickly prepared himself. The handsome man had to look ready for his father-in-law. He was by far the strongest candidate to inherit the Pavnozzi family business.

As Caitlin stared, she could feel the scroll heating up in her pocket, and she knew, she just knew, that this was the book from which the page was torn. Caitlin gently pulled back the heavy pages, surprised at its weight. She turned the pages gingerly, crackling as she went. Each page was thick, and heavy, ancient from years of use, ornately illustrated in all different colors, in drawings all along the edges. The text was in a handwritten scrawl, in ancient Latin. She felt as if she had stepped back into another time. Caitlin turned and turned, until she reached the middle of the book, and finally, she found it. The torn page. She reached into her pocket, extracted the rolled up scroll, and