Silla put her thumb to her lips and placed it on her forehead, a sign of respect to the first witch, Shankta. Silla had decided to better herself in witchcraft, so here she stood, right outside Shankta's village. Shankta had been dead for centuries, but her village still held the library of Myrth. Silla walked quickly past the nosy villagers and entered the library. The library was magnificently decorated, and Silla's five sun walk was not wasted. She browsed for a while, and noticed that no one occupied the library. She grabbed a very long, very interesting book and left with no intentions of bringing the book back. Her trip to the library of Myrth was easy, almost too easy. But Silla was glad to be away from the village and back to where she belonged. The Darklands.