“What about this one?” I asked, indicating the open book in front of me.
Zoriaa walked over and looked at it. There was a loose paper set on top of the book with writing on it. She looked at the paper and at the book underneath.
“I don’t recognize the language,” she said, shaking her head.
I glanced at the page. “It looks like it’s talking about some kind of spell.”
“How do you know that?” she asked me.
“Because it says—” I looked up at her. “Wait, how come I can read this, and you can’t?”
Zoriaa picked up the paper again and examined it, then she turned the book so she could get a better look at that as well.
“These were penned by the same hand,” she said, comparing them side by side. “And it looks like they are in the same language.”
I took the book and letter and studied the wor
