The grand archives of Clan Leviathis stretched out before Merea. It was late, and the usual bustle of scholars and archivists had long since subsided. The soft thud of a scroll hitting the ground broke the quiet tranquillity of the archives, drawing Merea's attention away from the ancient tomes and manuscripts that lined the shelves. With a graceful flick of her tail, she swam over to where Diana and the other girls were seated, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Diana and Lila were slumped against each other. They had come to these archives with excitement, only to succumb to exhaustion as the hours stretched on. Diana held one scroll loosely in her hand, while the one that had rolled had likely slipped from her other hand.
As she approached, Merea noticed the scroll lying at D
