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Father went out late the evening of her party to enjoy the sunset on horseback. Melody had requested the jaunt months before and the Pacretine had hardly any other time. He thought her birthday a good time. Andover considered the song his daughter performed. It had been an old Fae ballad and Melody’s voice put it in a new light.
                  Suddenly Willow nudged the Pacretine in the side to alert him from his musings and stop his horse. She had been leading him to the edge of a waterfall. Willow was Melody’s Pegasus. Willow was pure white with gray-tipped wings and tail. The horse mind-spoke when it found it necessary, but Andover only knew the beast to speak to Melody. The Pacretine stared at the sunset. He felt comfortable and wished to remain in that moment - one moment of peace and serenity.
                  It was not to be so.
                  The Pacretine's young daughter spoke and her voice trembled with uncertainty, “Father, I need to talk to you about a book I found in the study.” Andover looked into his daughter’s face.
                  “Yes, my dear. Please talk to me about it,” he replied, attempting to sound reassuring. Melody looked uneasy in her majestic saddle.
                  “Well, I found a book without a title on the top shelf and I tried to pull it out. I almost fell trying to remove it and when it budged, the whole shelf spun around, revealing a row of books I have not read before. They are volumes written by the same prophet who wrote the famous words which mark me,” Melody detailed, her voice pitched high with anxiety. Andover felt his stomach flip. He had forgotten completely about the hidden volumes and had not anticipated his only daughter being the one to find them. Andover remembered the little of what his father told him when he found the books. “I read them, Father; every one of them. I stayed up all night and they were so strange that they frightened me a little. Why hide the items? The books detailed only partial explanations of the staff and the sword. Why are they in the palace?” She asked as her voice cracked. Andover paused for a moment, thinking.
                  “Can we talk about this in privacy? I would much rather be in the palace,” Andover finally managed to reply. Melody nodded and prodded Willow into a quick trot. Andover followed apprehensively behind.
                  When the two reached the palace, they found the most comfortable place to speak was Serendipity’s study. The whole room was resting untouched under an incantation of secrecy, protected by the contents of the room itself. Melody knew the whole palace sat shrouded in incantations of secrecy and safety, but the atmosphere of the room made it seem so much more secure. They sat quietly for a long while, looking affectionately at the late Macretine’s collection of odd items and many books she had written. The whole study was an array of foreign artifacts, gifts from different races and objects she found in her travels. Before Serendipity met Andover, she had been a member of the Healers Conclave and traveled around the world helping people.
                  When Serendipity met Andover, he was the Prapacretine and the war of Fae had just begun. She fell in love with him as she renounced her place in the Healer’s Conclave to marry him and became an integral part of their success during the war against the oppression of the Helacorn and their Fae allies. Melody found everything about the woman fascinating. Andover coughed, breaking the silence.
                  “You want to know about the books, but the only thing I can offer is an explanation as to why they are hidden. I know as much as you about the rest. I came to my father with this query when I was just a little younger than you are now and I received the same answer I shall give you,” Andover explained. Melody stared at him