I loved to see their expressions as they walked through the dark castle. Their eyes were lit up as they took in all the art and artifacts. Being here without Whiro though felt odd, Natassa didn't often see her father around. He kept a lot to himself, but his presence was always felt. Now it felt empty. The room we were heading to was where he usually trapped himself. It was the library but more like his own personal prison cell. He spent hours and hours here writing in his journals or reading. He was an avid collector of books. If we could find something ity would be here. He taught me and Arakas everything we needed to know about the gods. He told them as stories, but in those stories there would also be secrets. I used to think he was a bit of a gossip, but now I think that he knew we wo
