Ambai yawned as she walked through the busy corridor. Weirdly so, that day the entire palace seemed busy with something, the maid were in a constant state of panic, the servants and guards were murmuring amongst themselves.
But Ambai could pay them little heed. Her head was throbbing and her fingertip was swollen and aching. It was the finger that got pricked by that green book.
And even weirder is that Little Fynn went to hibernation all of a sudden. When she woke up he had rolled up besides her and was snoring a storm. She had tried waking him up, but he was too deeply asleep.
'Maybe something is wrong with this book,' she thought, carefully lifting the little green book. They had both been pricked by it the day before. Wrapping it in a small cloth bag, she rushed over to meet the infamous Devil for answers.
