Sepher was born of noble spores and ancestry and official scribe to the House of Yada. Trained in the art of translation of all ancient and modern languages she translates the prophets scrolls of old held under guard in the vaults beneath Yada’s Golden Cathedral.

Sepher was deeply disturbed and afraid, for days the slow gliding of the ancient scrolls around the vaults had transformed to a forceful smash and crashing with the books and scrolls colliding and erupting, pouring their contents of ancient gold penmanship into the air and into each other. This was unknown by any elder and the priests had become frantic trying to calm the books and scrolls with bonding spells that were not working. Sitting down at her desk she calmly picked up her pens and prayed for peace and tranquility to return. With an almighty crash the chaos imploded and all books and scrolls became one and landed gently on her desk. The book pulsating and singing musical notes barely audible to the priests who were now silent with fear and gathered around Sepher waiting for her to open the book. Looking up around the room at the empty racks and shelves where once thousands of books and scrolls lay untouched for centuries then looking down at the one book they had become.