Summer 1872 – Her Song is a Key, Beware the Gate It Unlocks

 

Father examined the parchments without touching them. When he wished to move a page he did so using Larksmith’s wooden tongs. At last he rubbed his eyes and stepped away. He motioned us to follow him into the garden. 

After standing with the sun upon his face for a few moments he turned to Paredes, “Those are writings of the Dragon Kingdom. They were, and perhaps still are, somewhere, a serpent people. They had vast empires in ages long before the rise of any being you would recognize as a man. The march of time has erased all traces of their world. So for those pages to still exist, there must be power within them. It is a power with which I hesitate to dabble.”