The sun rays filtered in through the small window and lit up a golden scroll. There had been an announcenent for it earlier, and Esmeralda made her way to the door, her heart hammering in her chest.

Why would Conaan send a golden scroll?

Golden scrolls were for dignified events, and no one thought one would be sent out till probably the Luna crowning. But now here she was, receiving one.

She wasn't sure which to feel. Apprehension, dread or excitement. She took the scroll, her fingers slowly moving across the edges, her lips slightly parted.

The scroll was just as majestic as she had always been told it was,...