Mercy looked up at the bookshelves in her parents’ library and pulled down a book with a purple spine and golden writing that almost seemed to glow. The wick-wyrm could not fully read yet but she was picking up the meaning of the symbols in the Faian common language rather quickly, or at least that is what her teacher told her parents. However, Mercy did not care what the words said in a book. To her, the pictures were the best part! And this book she chose had the best pictures in it becau...
