<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Carmen Castillo</span></span><br/>
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</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'"> </span></span>​</div><br/>As soon as Carmen's eyes had landed on the book, she felt a strange feeling in her chest, a strange whisper in her head.<i>Trust him..</i>she heard and her eyes snapped to his face. She hadn't heard that voice since before her mother had died. With a frown creasing her brows she sighed and shook her head. The book had grown in size right in front of her eyes and that didn't seem to bother Carmen. After all, she could bench press a fucking car and outrun any land animal on the planet. Weird was her normal. As she stared at Gyran, as if trying to decide what to do with him, she raised a brow. Something made her want to trust him and that book.. it practically called to her. "Does this Sage of your's have anything to do with this?" Carmen stood then, placing her hands on the table before them. As she did, the more pressure she applied downward with her hands, the harder the table shook and began to splinter and crack. Suddenly, from the force, the table snapped completely in half and before the book could even begin to fall, Carmen's hand shot out and caught the book. She remained standing, holding the book out to him. "Why does it call to me? Why does it seem so important? I don't even have a clue as to who the fuck you are, but.. I trust you."