[@Polybius] [@Dark Light] [@Pyromaniacwolf] [@DocRock] [@Voltus_Ventus][hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"After some pawing through the texts, you discern that the loose leaves of paper appear to have been a letter, one addressed to an unknown but now their words give the strangest inkling they belong to you. Not just in the literal sense of you being the apparent sole survivor, nothing nearly so inane and meaningless, but that the odds the still visible words of "And so these are entrusted to you." as the last line before the now lost signature seem a touch upon something within you. This understanding not isolated, in your fuddling with the sea desecrated pages you would swear on your life that the books were perceived with great musing and importance; whoever owned them attributed them strange quality."

"Setting the pages aside on the sand, doing your best to prevent them from being buried or blown away by putting a shell form the shore atop them, you meander over the books. Without any text to distinguish them from one another, you begin reaching for the first and seemingly most ominous text, one of dark, perhaps once black binding. No warning from the sun high above or the island behind you, your finger hesitates to touch the text..."