I picked the enthralling ring from the table. For some reason, it beckoned onto me, and though I couldn't fathom why, I couldn't stop myself from taking it up and admiring it whole. It was a simple ring, except for the small glittering red orb at its center. A more detailed look at it, I noticed that it had some strange cravings in its inner circle.
What's with all these and strange writings? None was even scribbled in English. I thought, shaking my head. These foreign entities were already giving me a headache. I should probably visit the library. Surely, there must be a book in written in English over there.
I cocked my head to one side, after turning my back to the table, taking a look at the carelessly strewn papers on the table. Some were filled with drawings, others with the same writings in some language I had no idea of.
