He closed the book and placed it carefully back into the shelf. Evander glanced around, looking for anything else that he might want to touch.
There was a pile of scrolls in the corner of the room, sitting under a large tapestry that covered half of the wall.
Evander walked over to them and tried to open one of the scrolls, but the scroll refused to budge.
After taking a step backward, he stretched his arm and managed to push the scroll upwards. The scroll slid a bit, but he didn't care and kept pushing.
Finally, it moved, Once the scroll was fully opened, Evander took a peek inside.
He gasped quietly as he saw words written neatly in an elegant handwriting that seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember from where.
The first sentence made him stop breathing and almost fo
