Scribbles

A large room greeted them at the bottom of the stairs. Caspian aimed his flashlight in all directions, then at the ceiling. The light couldn’t tell how high the room was. This place was more like an assembly hall than a secret place to lock someone up. They walked to the nearest wall and found intricate scribbles on its surface.

Apart from the writings that Elora didn’t understand the meaning of, there were also deep claw marks, as well as large fragments of walls on the floor. Something devastating has happened here.

“Do you understand what all these means?” asked Caspian. They looked up and found the scribbles written half the height of the wall.

“No.” Elora shook her head. “But everything looks familiar.”

They walked to the center of the room and stopped when they found a podium. The podium was just an adult chest-high table, square and as wide as an open book. On instinct, Elora placed her hands on the p