• DREVON •
I stood before the long table where the withered ancient texts were laid out. I spent the whole day re-inking the ghostly letters. Most of the letters had vanished, and the only way we could tell their contents was by re-inking the entire thing.
We were careful not to make any mistakes. I still couldn't believe we got our hands on this, it has been lost for centuries or more. These ancient texts not only had the answers I needed, but also about what our tribe once was before we created a new Lycan Order.
I imagined re-inking this would take days, but thanks to Garrick, Lucan, and Ravyn, we were done.
"So what are we doing here? Aside from spending the entire time lettering?" Lucan asked, stretching as if his back had too much to bear when it was nothing of the sort.
None of us was tired, and it was simply more of a side activity for all of us, but Lucan likes to be dramatic.
