Beta

*The sound of pen against paper reverberated throughout the same room, filling the pages with various wonders and majesties, stories from a long time past.* *The author of said stories was Beta, sitting at her desk, glasses adorned to her face as she wrote. The candle light on her desk illuminated her pages, the pen she was using was a feather dipped in Ink.* *Dipping it once more, a sudden knock came at her door. Raising an eyebrow, she turned around in her chair, tilting her head.* "Uh...Com...