Emira placed another roll of the large, detailed scroll onto the table, aligning it carefully with the rest. One after another, the pieces of history were falling into place much to her satisfaction. The only problem? They were of no use to her.
Soon, she would reach the part she had been waiting for - the beginning of it all. The war between the Witches and the Werewolves and whatever it was that the Witches had done .
Only after she understood what had truly happened could she move to the next part of her mission - planning her revenge. It wasn't something that could be done in haste. Every move had to be precise, and for that, she needed to know everything, every hidden curse uttered.
She glanced at the next set of scrolls stacked neatly in the corner, the inked symbols glinting faintly in the lamplight. Pulling her stool closer, she sat down and let out a quiet sigh full of lethargy.
