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      'I don't have enough time left to do anything. I'm glad I've learned everything I need. I've learned the secrets that caused the Apocalypse, what happened when the drows tried to rejoin humans and elves, and so much more. I wish I knew if my spell still holds its effect on Alan... When I am done writing I'm sending this book where it'll have the best chance of being recognized, I hope. I wish I had been more loyal to keeping track of everything. I hope it's not too late for everything... I wish I could help.
      -Prism'
      He set down the pen, rubbing his tired eyes.
      "Brad? Brad!" he summoned his young employee.
      "Hey, old man, take it easy!" the young man rushed in. Prism brushed his gray hair back. Clamping onto the book he shoved it into Brad's arms.
      "When I die I want you to mail this to Lirit Deraken. It's very important." He ordered.
      "Hey," the boy chuckled, "You're not dying anytime soon Prism."
      "Give me a week." Prism abruptly answered, "The other blood that keeps me alive so long is wearing thin."
      "Prism..?" the boy asked with concern hinted in his voice.
      "Just promise me this book will reach Lirit." Prism pleaded.
      He slipped the book under his arm, "Alright... if it's that important to you, I promise."
      The beginning...