*Eva*
It felt as if another horrendous storm was underway. The ship started to rock violently. I clutched the grimoire tightly in my hands. It was a thick, beautiful book that could have only belonged to my powerful mother.
I had no idea how old it was, but it looked to be centuries worth with its well-worn binding. The cover was ornate with intricate designs and mythical symbols. There were even a couple of precious stones embedded in the center of the swirling pattern that made up the cover.
I immediately felt a warm spark form within me as soon as I was handed the beautiful book. It was as if a piece of myself was returning to me.
When I tried to open it beneath the orange light from the tiny lantern in the dim room I had occupied, it wouldn't budge.
I smirked. Of course, there
