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   “That’s OK, young one.  You just turned it on.  It won’t do anything ... well, not much.”  It hummed and glowed with an inner yellow-green light through pea-sized holes between the carvings.  She looked closely at the carvings and saw that they were tiny letters but it was written in a script she neither understood nor recognized.  “It’s about a group of old sages ... the Firesmyths.”  He closed his eyes and laid back his head to recite the script from deep seeded memory as the autumn breeze stirred the fallen leaves outside:

Scroll 1: History's Mirror                                                                                                       Prologue