Megan Inky Page

Silence.

“Save it.” He pulled something from his jacket: a small, leather-bound notebook. It was old, the pages yellowed and warped. He opened it to a page covered in diagrams and cramped handwriting. “My great-grandfather was an artist too. He left this behind. Notes about ‘lucid ink’—the ability to animate drawings. He could never do it himself. But you can.” megan inky

Megan’s blood turned to ice water. “I don’t know what you’re—” Silence

Lucas’s face went white. He hadn’t expected it to actually work . “I—I wish for—” leather-bound notebook. It was old