Rhea
As I step into the hidden room, my heartbeat quickening while my senses wait for something to happen—just about anything at all.
The room is dimly lit by the faint glow of magical artifacts I've never seen before, and the air smells of old parchment and something my brain subconsciously marks as ancient. The walls are lined with bookshelves containing even older, more obscure books than the ones in the library outside, but none of these compare to what sits at the far end despite how wonderful they seem.
My eyes notice a pedestal with an open book resting on it, as if someone had only been reading it recently.
I go closer to the pedestal, and as I do, a strong magical aura different from anything I've encountered before takes hold of me, pulling me towards it. At last, the book is
