~ Madeline ~
I felt my chest constrict tightly as Silver turned the page to one that unlike the clean almost pretty ruins of the other pages this one was torn and heavily smudged. The penmanship was hurried and cramped, the writing looked chaotic even to the casual observer.
“That night the seeker was bound and taken to a small house on the edge of the town where she was left tied to a chair and guarded by woman who looked at her like she was the worst kind of being. There were many hushed conversations in languages she didn’t know but it wasn’t until morning that someone came in and spoke to her. The woman who appeared was old, her face lined and body bent with age but her eyes were bright and lively, keen and seemed to miss little. She told the seeker that she was one of the first bor
