*Mila*
When I left Soren, I went to my room in the inn. The spellbook from the box was open on my dresser. Ever since I got back from the dream that April had sent me into, I felt like I could understand more of the text.
I'd spent hours staring at it but I hadn't been able to make any words out. It just felt familiar when I looked at it.
Sighing, I picked up the book and flipped through it. I couldn't help but wonder if it was my mother's handwriting in that book. Somehow, the spells in it felt even older.
I plopped down on the bed and flipped to the beginning of the book, studying the simple text. Maybe a name or an introduction.
Scanning over the unusual language, I brushed my thumb over the inked characters wishing that they would tell me what they said.
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