I was alone in the room with Conall, and opened up the book. It was handwritten, in an old fashioned curly cursive, and started out like a genealogy book, detailing family history from hundreds of years back. I continued to read, soaking all of it up, seeing a rich history of alchemy and medicine throughout the years. Conall silently watched me as I read, waiting patiently to fill in any gaps that needed to be filled. I skipped through the diagrams and family trees, and it wasn't long until I got to a point that threw me off guard. The four families, Davis, Wilk, Moore and Graves shall be forever intertwined. In each of the families lies a twin heart for another, and each member's full potential cannot be met without the other's presence. I wrinkled my nose, and Conall leaned forward

