The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light onto the scrolls spread out before them. The warmth of the fire had yet to fully chase away the chill of the previous night, and a faint mist clung to the ground, lending the grove an ethereal quality. The group sat in a circle, their expressions a mix of anticipation and focus as they prepared to delve into the ancient knowledge they had uncovered.
Elara carefully unfurled the first scroll, the delicate parchment crackling softly as it opened. The symbols were unfamiliar, their intricate designs winding across the surface like a labyrinth. Morgana leaned in, her eyes narrowing as she studied the writing. Her fingers hovered above the scroll, tracing the shapes in the air.
"This script... it's unlike anything I've ever seen," Morgana murmured, her voice tinged with awe. "But there's something familiar about it, as if it echoes languages I've studied before."
