Chapter 90

• Fiona’s POV
• The screams and sounds of battle echoed in a blood curdling symphony at the background, I studied the parchment I held , focusing on interpreting the constantly changing symbols. It was frustrating having to revert back deciphering the answers only for the patterns to change.
• “Come on. Think!” I muttered to myself, wiping the sweat from my brow, my fingers trembling as I traced the shifting symbols on the parchment scroll.