Zelta had just finished the entire book, but there was nothing to show forth. She had just wasted her time, trying to find what she wasn't sure of, and at last, the book proved to be a big for nothing. Looking at the book on the table, made her look stupid, it reminded her of her unreasonable attempt to find something that wasn't existing, though she still couldn't get her eyes off the book no matter how hard she try, and this annoyed her.
She pulled out from under her bed, the wooden chest where she had brought out the brown book. Just as she was about to drop the book back inside the wooden box, she found out about the ink jar and black quail pen that was inside it. She spent a little while looking at the objects inside the box, then for some reason she hesitatingly returned the book to the table.
Zelta sighed, as she reached out her hand into the chest, and took the jar of ink and feathery pen that was there.
