- The Book -

                                    

                                          
After spending the late night in Sorens's room, I make sure to wake up on time in order to be ready for the day. I fetched a jelly tart from Barius and left it on his side table as a thank you. Following getting changed in my own room, I heard someone frantically knocking at my door right as I was putting my boots on. 
"It's unlocked!" I shouted, hoping no one formal was at the door - however there hasn't been anyone truly terrifying or formal in Katolis. 
"(Y/N)!" Callum's voice and heavy footsteps fill the room. "It came!! The book finally came!!" I jump up, just finished with my shoes and dart over to him. 
"Are we going right now!?" I inquire and his frantic nodding and walking towards my doorway tells me yes duh. "I love books," I sigh as we make our way up into his office. 
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"I dont like this book," I complain, lying dejected on the floor, tossing and catching one of this many objects
"I dont get it," the High Mage moans as he continues to read every page slowly. It has been 2 hours of sitting at his desk and looking through that book. And nothing. "This tome seems like it has just about every rune and symbol in history..." Bait groans and comes to lay next to my torso. "But nothing matches the writing on the mirror."
My feet find their way to the floor. "Hand over the book," I request. He places it gently in my hands and a gust of chilling breeze turns the pages. "Wait." I hesitate, stopping the madness of flipping paper. "Callum," I groan. 
He looks mortified, "they're blank!?!" He exclaims. 
I flick through to the end cover, "seems to be half of the fricking book," I state. 
"This," he pokes the emptiness furiously, "this is not a Tome of Translation! It's barely a Pamphlet of Pathetic!" 
I sigh, placing the useless thing back onto the desk. Then it clicks. "Wait," he glances at me, frowning, "can I actually see the mirror?" I remark, staring at the still hidden object. 
"Oh!" He swirls and quickly pulls off the cloth. I stroll over to regard the mirror with its's golden frame, covered in runes. "Do you recognise anything?" He pleads, still carrying a trickle of hope. 
I trace my finger over the many runes. "I do," I mutter, the self surprise laced through my tone.
He comes over to my side in a hurry and looks eagerly between me and the symbols. "Well?"
I stand back from the relic before getting into specifics. "Runaan," I voice, turning to face Callum, the sad look in his eyes let's me know he remembers the Moonshadow Elf. "He once told me of the time he came across a Startouch Elf," I explain, "well, a fallen one, he said, seeing as he fought Runaan with dark power," I pause. "His name was Aaravos." I'm well aware this doesn't make sense to the Prince so I get to the point. "I believe these are High Elf Runes. I've seen them before in books Runaan's husband had in the village."
His eyes are wide as a smile of confusion creeps into his features. "Do you remember their meanings?" I can see the impatience wafting off of him. 
"This one," I begin, touching the rune in my direct line of sight, "is called Thalui," it's embarrassing how off my pronunciation must be. "It's meaning is hatred or vengeance," I explain, slightly unnerved by its presence. 
Callum rushes to grab a notepad and jots down a sketch before writing my words underneath, "okay okay," he utters, "any others?"
"And this," I trace a line down three markings, "Lecai," I attempt, "it's something like light... it's to do with the nobility of the soul," I remember.