Day 24, Noon
Saralegui had bathed two good hours before he got dressed in an ensemble of white and black. His hair was put up to a beautiful hairstyle and his golden eyes shone of contentment.
Lazily he walked thought the many hallways of the castle, a small book in his hand where he read the history of the demon land. With a trick and a small pull of his powers he stole the memory of a lesser guard which contained the lessons about the written language of the demons.
What a simple language it was if you had the code to name the different signs. His country was far more modern and spiked with higher standards.
His mirror bracelets rubbed against each other and made a small singing sound, like a small wind chimes.
Lazily he walked thought the many hallways of the castle, a small book in his hand where he read the history of the demon land. With a trick and a small pull of his powers he stole the memory of a lesser guard which contained the lessons about the written language of the demons.
What a simple language it was if you had the code to name the different signs. His country was far more modern and spiked with higher standards.
His mirror bracelets rubbed against each other and made a small singing sound, like a small wind chimes.