The scholar led her into the inner chambers of the library. The air felt different and smelled like old aged paper with a mix of something Abrielle could not identify.
"I guess you have heard about the rumours about the first prince of Draconia." The scholar mentioned. Abrielle's stomach churned but she kept a straight face. The scholar thought she was interested in curses because of the Rumours.
"Do you think what they say is true? " She asked him. The scholar's mind drifted. "It is hard to say, all I can say is that there is more to this world than meets the eye. The same way the gods exist, the same way the darkness does, but I find it hard that the first prince of Draconia is a demon."
Abrielle's curiosity was piqued; she was hungry for any knowledge. "Why do you think so?" She asked, catching up to his side. The scholar's hand was crossed behind his back
