“You do realise that this one particular scroll can change the past, present and future with a few words, right? This particular scroll can do as little as make you dance the conga, or it can do as much as bringing the Black Plague to England again. So, what will I write on this page?”
I began to tremble in fear. The scroll in his clawed hands could end the entire country of England, with a couple words. He could force the Queen to be a slave. The possibilities were endless!
I don’t mean that as a good thing either.