Old Tomes
A glow came to the lamps as Aentarra entered the Great Library, her black hair brushing lightly against a gown as soft and white as the petals of an Endoran Rose. Instinct caused her to flinch as the lamps lit, a reflex from battles and wars that had lasted for ages, but she continued to wonder on the workings of the lamps. Someone had been here before them. Someone with power, and the ability to create objects that Aentarra and her kind had not been able to duplicate.
She didn't come to Vallah as often as before, but recent events in Pomanda sparked a memory, a faint image of particular importance. She felt certain it had come from the Library. The others thought her crazy, spending so much time poring over dusty old books and meticulously mending torn and charred pieces of pa
