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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Immediately, Izzy was drawn to the pristine books on the shelves. They looked so well preserved...how? Did being trapped down here, away from the elements aid in their preservation? They could have only been a few years old, at most judging from them. She reached for one of the books - one with what looked to be some sort of large beast on the front of it and opened it.

She couldn't read it.

Saddened somewhat, she flipped through the pages. She couldn't read anything, but the book had some illustrations in it! Oh, and they were so good, too! A handsome man of some kind was fighting a dragon! She could almost see how the fights would play out in her head. She ran a hand over the pages.

...

She shook her head, closing it. Thoughts of home wouldn't help her now, would they? She placed the book back on the shelf and reached for the second one. It was...much more...enlightening. The illustrations were proactive to say the least, and she couldn't help but to think back to Gracie and a few ideas they were giving her. Quickly putting the book back, she reached for the final tome that caught her attention.

The neat script at least compelled her to flip through it a bit more. Curiously, as the pages turned it became much more hurried and frantic. Was someone in a hurry to write something? Halfway, the letters changed from the completely foreign script to the same letters used in Raerith, though completely out of order and meaningless to her. Curious. Perhaps some sort of...common routes of trade were present?

[color=ed145b]"...!"[/color] Upon flipping to the next page, a small gasp escaped the princess quiet lips.

[b]"Princess?"[/b] Valora called over, hearing the quiet expression, to which Isabella raised a an shook her head. She was fine. Valora shrugged and turned back to another nearby bookshelf.

[b][i]"VALIANT, PRINCE OF DEATH" [/i][/b]

It was scrawled onto the page in large, crazy letters.

It...it couldn't be [i]her[/i] valiant, could it? She cast a wary glance towards the sword, breath quickening. This was a familiar feeling, wasn't it? Excitement that came with potentially learning something new. What were the odds? Very low, after all. She quickly flipped to the back. "Zeon" was written on the back of it - unfamiliar name. Perhaps she should ask around. Valiant could know, if this was indeed the same sword. The next pages alternated between Valiant and various titles with a name written on the back of each.

The second to last, read simply:

[i][b]"VALIANT, SLAYER OF THE DIVINES"[/b][/i]

Isabella paused, running a hand over the tomes pages. Divines? If it was the same sword, then...perhaps the names on the back of the pages were once god-like beings that he had slayed? Then...this sword, assuming if it were the same one she had...well, he'd be broken into so many pieces if he was ever found inside the Monarchy. Flipping over to the last page of the book, Isabella nearly dropped the book.

...no.

It...it couldn't...

What was her name doing there? It was on the second to last page - with only one more blank page after it. On the inside of the back cover, was the word 'Failure'.

She closed the book quietly, putting the small book into a satchel at her waist. She'd find someone to maybe translate it later, for her. It was...perplexing to say the least, and made no sense whatsoever. Put into a slightly somber mood by the discovery, she headed over to the room with the Instruments.

[b]"The nobles back home would pay a fortune for these."[/b] Prescott mused as she walked over. Indeed - they seemed like they were extremely high quality. Isabella nodded silently. They certainly would have been expensive. If they could somehow take them back, they'd make a fortune.

Walking along the instruments, Isabella ran her hands over a few of them. She had never played them before, so she didn't try, but she could imagine the pleasing tunes they would have made. The choir back home would have loved them.

[b]"Switches of some sort?"[/b] Valora frowned looking at the table. They certainly seemed like they could do something, and it was within their mission parameters to find something of value. If it was a song or something, this seemed like the place it would be. [b]"Careful you two - at the ready in case anything happens."[/b] With a cautious press, Valora pressed the blue button.