The room was dark, smelling of strange flowers and dust. The fragrance burned the back of the nose, but it was comforting somehow. Shelves with hundreds of books lined the walls, filled with lost information and written in forgotten languages. History that had long been dismissed, heroes that had long passed, events that we no longer spoken of.
A dull light pulsed in the center of the room, shining softly, encouraging anyone to approach. An orb floated above a wooden table, its surface swirling with colors. A woman stepped forward. She had black hair and wild eyes, a dress pressed tightly against her thin frame. She waved a gentle hand over t