Myron, releasing the gift that had descended upon him. Rose into the air, with a sudden gush of swirling wind, and rain, he was hurled out of center of the maze.
From nowhere, Myron came, hurling, wind swept into a strange darkened room; surprisingly, dry. A little dizzy and disorientated, Myron stepped out, with a new found confidence, into the semi - darkened corridor. When Myron was standing firm inside the corridor, he knew immediately, that this was his residence. Walking around the empty apartment, he started to touch, the surrounding environment, creating his home.
He sat down in the middle of his small living room, facing down towards a table, as he began to write, with his eye's, creating page after page, of ' The Maps' Of Ryon '. On completion, he sealed it, with part of his gift. Ascribing a legacy, upon the book. ' The Maps' Of Ryon ', encased in the deepest part of the city. No permission is given, that this book should be removed, by any who occupy the sacred grounds of the, City Of Ryon. And with that, he wiped his hands' over the book, besetting a curse, upon any kingdom, who managed to obtain the book.
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