(Amaia)
It's a leather-bound black diary. They thrust it in Alnilam's hands and retreat under his bandana, disappearing as if they were never there.
"Is that?" I ask, thrilled and bewildered at the same time.
"It seems like it." Alnilam takes a step forward and sits on the edge of the bed. I join him.
His fingertips graze against the soft leather where a black rose has been carved. It's very similar to the wooden one Mintaka had gifted me from their toy room.
"This has imbued magic in it, I can feel it heaving under my skin." Alnilam slides his fingers to the sides of the diary. The edges of the paper are faintly glowing with a blue hue, forming patterns that resemble symbols on the fore edges of the diary.
"What are they?" I trace my finger on them, intrigued.
"Some kind of code I think to keep the contents of the diary secured." Alnilam tries to open it but it remains closed. The patterns continue to shift. They keep glowing and get brighter with each passing second.
