*Eva*

It felt as if another horrendous storm was underway. The ship started to rock violently. I clutched the grimoire tightly in my hands. It was a thick, beautiful book that could have only belonged to my powerful mother.

I had no idea how old it was, but it looked to be centuries worth with its well-worn binding. The cover was ornate with intricate designs and mythical symbols. There were even a couple of precious stones embedded in the center of the swirling ...