The pages are so brittle that you must turn them with a careful hand to avoid crumbling them to dust. The occasional bookworm scurries quickly away from the light as you carefully examine this tome which must certainly predate Neopia itself. The language is archaic, and not something you can translate. You continue to flip, however, in a vain hope that illustrations will somehow illuminate the meaning of the strange glyphs within.

Two pages of the book, about halfway in, are distinctly stuck together. Using the edge of your nail, you carefully separate- and have a moment of retrospect in which you realize this may not have been the best of ideas. A greenish glow eminates from the pages, which seem to be torn in a partially claw-like pattern. Gasping, you try to thrust the book away from you, but find that some unknown force binds it to your hand. A face begins to form fom the green mist... and you have the distinct feeling that it is watching you... hungrily. A scream dies in your throat as it reaches outward from the book with a claw, delicately veined like a tatting of antique lace, and draws you in.....

by L	Written on January 4th, 2003 at 04:34 PM

1.		Try to read the script

Tell us what happens next!