<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br/><br/>I shift slightly as I sleep and dream, something that hasn't occurred before to my knowledge.  My mental scrambling in my dream began with the second image, the one of the execution, if that was what it was.  I wasn't aware that it was a dream, but my attempts to escape it grew more and more frantic, for it was something I didn't understand.  At last I was pushing at the edges desperately, and finally my dreams and my sleep shattered, and I woke, gasping and panting in the chair.  I felt sore, tired and confused, and after a few moments I realized what had happened.  Dreams were...unusual among elves, as most of the time our memories surfaced instead.  But I had few to no memories, so these dreams must have decided to fill the gap.<br/><br/>I shudder at the memories and look down at the book of fairytales, still open in my lap, and carefully note the page before closing it and reaching into my bag to retrieve my spellbook.  A thin volume, no more than half an inch thick, and bound in ivory leather and silver, it looked odd.  The lock on it had no keyhole, and I touched it and it clicked open, at which point I cleared my mind and began to read, finding the few spells I knew inside it to memorize.