Nico flew to the room of knowledge and sat on the floor, on the farthest corner, away from the pixies around. He hugged his knees and started crying. He was late, he was always late. Amaryllis and Llenard were already together. He couldn't do anything now.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew and entered the room of knowledge knocking some books off of their shelves. A book dropped from the ground in front of Nico. It was a battered old book bound in brown leather, cracked and dry with age. The pages inside of it were already brittled. What caught Nico's attention was not the title nor the design but rather the envelope that's been preserved inside.
It was still sealed, written about a century ago by a certain name, Mira Sisenna. He took the seal off and took the papers out. It was made from arc
