"nwod ti etirw" .

Feeling even more puzzeled and getting angry, Adam reached his hands out to the darkness, searching. He wouldn't risk going into it and falling into nothing. The only thing he could feel was the solid ground beneath him.

He finally grabbed something, and as he pulled it into the light he noticed he was bleeding. There was a small cut on his right hand, made by the object he was holding: a piece of a broken mirror.

Holding the parchment and the piece of glass in one hand, he took the other to his mouth to stop the cut from bleeding. He then reallized what was written on the parchment. He saw it reflected in the mirror:

"write it down".

A drop of blood landed on it and the parchment immediatly absorbed it, making the blood and the writting disappear. Then, a small light started to glow right in front of his eyes, and a silver liquid-like matter started to gain shape. It transformed into a silver fountain pen, just there, floating.

He took it. It was really beautiful. Shiny and with curvey lines engraved. Something else was engraved:

"Wilhelm R. Athleus".

"Never heard of him" - said Adam. He sat on the floor and decided to tryout his new pen on the parchment. The only thing he remembered to write was:

"Let there be light".

He reached his hand inside his cloak's pocket and found a piece of
parchment. Only lit by the light that came from the small hole, he
read:

"Write it on a piece of parchment or paper and it will gain meaning. Then read it, and it will gain life. That's called magic".

"What does this mean?" - He asked, intrigued, looking around only seeing
darkness.

Looking again at the old and faded piece of parchment and examining both sides,
he found something written on the back. Tiny letters spelled: