KALLE
There was so much material. So many books. So many subjects. And so little time. Kalle stared at Gahrye as they spread the books out on the table and attempted to sort them into some kind of order.
Kalle shook her head at the sheer amount of information that had to be contained in these pages. Her grandmother stood aside, eyes alight and hands over her mouth, clearly yearning to touch the books and look inside, but unwilling to do so without being invited.
"Are there... rules?" Kalle asked. "I mean... do we have to do something specific, or--"
"I don't know," her grandmother answered, brows pinched into a v over her eyes. "The original copy of the prophecy was lost. We only have it handed down from the oral tradition now. So we don't know if it's complete. I'll be honest, I hope it's in here somewhere."
Kalle scanned the piles of books on the table and blew out a breath. It would take months to read everything.
