She sat restlessly in the main hall of Frostcrag Spire surrounded by piles of book. She had read all of them at lest twice. Running a hand through her loose black hair, she sighed and looked at the ceiling. She thought back, not too long ago. Many things have changed.
She couldn't take it any more! She had to tell it! Tell someone, or the words would be lost forever! She grabbed her quill and ink and a blank book and stomped over to the east portal on the floor. As she stepped onto the pad, the room around her evaporated and a new sight appeared. She was now at the lookout post on the top of the spire. Behind her was the beautiful snow-covered Jerall Mountains; before her was the magnificent view of the Imperial City and the glossy lake around it. She crossed the circular post to a table and chair.
She ran a hand over the red leather cover of the blank book once she sat down. He gave this to her, a long time ago. A puff of laughter shot out of her mouth, in reality, that event actually