Zane opened the fourth scroll when he felt it, he traced the ink as he translated quickly in his mind. Foreign languages were like this, the more that you used them, the more familiar they were to you. He was about to open the fifth scroll when he felt it, a sharp pain like a blade sliced through his head. It ached so much that he placed his hand on his chest, hissing as he felt burnt.
He pulled out the fish scale necklace around his cheek. The golden scale was a bright red and so hot. Zane rubbed circles around his head, what was he doing, he had been so focused on reading that he had forgotten about his teammates. What would they think of him at this moment?