The vast, echoing silence of the Academy's great library was a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions brewing within Van Leon Bryce. Sunlight streamed through the towering arched windows, illuminating the motes of dust dancing in the air like tiny, forgotten stars.
He sat in the library, his eyes engrossed to the thick book he held, its title, emblazoned in faded gold, read The Draconic Races: Lore and Legends.
