Ivy:
My grandfather, Alistair, is the oldest living being in the room. As I scribbled these hidden passages down, I was sure that he would be able to translate them if no one else could. If he could not, Riot would be our best hope of figuring out the language.
Nervousness of the unknown gnawed at me. This wasn't like anything I had ever seen before, and as I finished one page, Damon would flip to the next and reveal more of the same odd writing.
"It's all over the book, painted across every page," I whispered to Damon, whose skin had grown burning hot beneath me.
"Can you make any sense of it? I don't think I have ever seen anything like this before." He muttered.
"It's familiar, but I can't place it yet."
The words were flowing freely through the world only I could see, but they
