A thought clicked in Darian’s mind. He remembered that there was a staff Her Holiness held wherever she went. Darian wondered if that was the Rod of Thunder she had stolen thousands of years ago. He rose to his feet and paced around the cave. He tried to recollect the form of the rod, and right now, he wished he had a picture or a painting he could check. He thought that perhaps he could return to the library later to see if there was anything relating to its design.
He gazed at the other scroll on the floor—the one his father had given him. This scroll was the one Noel had opened in the past, and it had sucked Noel into its pocket dimension. Darian had been forced to enter the scroll to save his friend, but apart from that, Darian had never taken a close look at it. He knew words were wr
