NARRATOR'S POV
A figure emerged from the woods, his blonde hair reflecting the blue sky- skinning at the speck of light of the early sun. His emerald green eyes held disappointment and worry, he's disappointed with himself and worried about Robbie. He can't believe that it took him that this long to realize that a dangerous item was missing.
Fidlon's words still echo in his ears, oh the dreadful feeling he had upon hearing questions he was asked- while they are inside the cellar this morning.
'Alexander, have you seen the page only page we have left from the black grimoire? It's missing from its original hiding place, did you move it somewhere??'
