Wyrmwood Academy.
Back at the Ironhold, Reynold was inside the small room.
He was sitting on the floor with the book open in his lap.
He stared at the first page.
There was an illustration of a man. The lines were blurred slightly, like who ever drew the illustration did not want people to see the face clearly.
The figure was straight, shoulders back, one hand raised mid-gesture.
Around it were faint lines curved outward like something moving through the air.
Reynold stared at it for a long moment.
He could not place who the face belong to. He tried to remember every illustration he had seen in the library books but nothing matched.
The face was not even recognisable.
But the figure was giving off a weird aura.
Reynold leaned closer.
It look like the illustration was done without ordinary ink.
Reynold could feel the magical aura faintly. Or maybe the same kind of aura he felt standing near a dragon.
Whoever this was. They were not ordinary.
