An ancient magical scroll was found in a world plunged into despair and pain and it whispered words of hope... Update!!! This is a passage written by my Mum, of which she wrote after seeing this picture I liked it so here it is!!!!! A light glimmered in the darkness. It was a warm, reassuring light but slowly it dimmed until nothing was there. The light appeared to be resting, trying to gain strength to shine again. Each time the light lasted for less time and not so bright. With each burst of light a voice could be heard calling to anyone who could hear it. It was not a loud voice but more of a whisper, like a gentle breeze blowing through grass. No one was listening to the voice. It had been calling for centuries to no avail and now it’s time was coming to an end. If no-one came before the light dimmed for the last time, darkness would rule the world. The scroll called out once more, it was losing hope of ever being heard. The scroll had lain hidden for so long that man had forgotten about it and the powers it held. Time had made man forget that the scroll held back the darkness of evil. The scroll had been created at the beginning of time to bring light and hope to the world of man. Without the scroll the darkness would consume the world and man would disappear.