Forty-three:
Nia
I’d not been told what the creature was that guarded the Hall of Ancients. But I knew that it was huge, and loud. Whenever it moved, it roared and made the whole building shake. The foundation was crooked I realized, with cracks in it, from the amount of shaking that the creature caused. I had no idea what I was about to face. All I had was a bow and arrow on my back. I took them out and readied myself.
I knew what I needed from there.
Ink.
It was ink that had created this world. Each word breathing life into its existence. It was ink that would keep it alive. But not just any ink. No. This ink came from an ancient squid. One that traveled between worlds. So, it had parts from each realm inside of it. I needed to ge
