|6000 years ago. |
Eleanor sat on her bed with a book in front of her as she scribbled on it with her flowing handwriting, curling and curving with the movements of her quill, gracefully. She was curating a new spellbook for Adonis, so she could gift it to him on his naming day.
Soft hums escaped her lips as she sat there, concentrating on her work, whilst soft winds blew into her room through the white arched window on her right.
Her thoughts drifted from one subject to another, considering the fact that writing the spells was a particularly easy task since she was the one who created those spells in the first place.
Most of them were spells for defense and protection in situations where she might not be able to help him, but she knew that she was also going to include some mystica
