Elisa D´Angelo
We stood before the gates of the royal archives. "Place your hands..." A voice called from within. it was more like a tetric echo. Angie and I placed our hands against the tall doors, and as soon as we did, the light enveloped our hands, parting the engraved doors in half.
"Let´s go..." Angie said, holding Roger's hand in hers, while I nodded and my mates followed me.
"I have always wanted to come here... never in a million years, I thought I would be able to..." Fermin fan-gaped at the place.
Rows and rows of shelves filled with books, parchment rolled around, ancient manuscripts, prophecies, and the base of our foundation resided in this place. It was enticing and shared all at the same time.
"Not even with those three, we will be able to find what we are looking
