Slowly, they made their way through the library. There were ancient books older than his great grandfather, older than he could even imagine.
Sham reached out and brushed a book cover with his thumb, the cover was made from a hard and green substance, on closer inspection he could see that it was covered in scales.
He wondered what was inside the pages of this book, his eyes glimmered a very bright emerald as he imagined all the information and knowledge he could gather from this place.
His mother walked to a door and reached out her hand to the sharp spiky substance in the door knob. A drop of her blood on the knob and the door opened.
A cool gush of wind rushed out as if it was eager to escape but there were no windows in the dark room. Just a golden bowl in the center of the room.
