"A lad roughly 19 winters of age paced down the long corridor that lead to his room. A dozen scrolls of battered parchment on his hand, he kept his pace down the dark hall, hoping nothing (a.k.a No-one) would find him amidst his defiant act.

A place where reading and writing are almost banned is where he was, and carrying no less than 12 scrolls, above all!

But he made it to his hiding spot, a room forgotten amidst the castle's best hiding spot. Right below everyone's noses, of course.

Leaving the scrolls on the desk, he immediately began searching on every bookshelf, his own extensive collection of books, codices, manuscripts and scrolls. He himself a lover of art, he kept what piece of literature fell on his hands, often keeping forbidden sheet music, or condemned canvases, to preserve their legacy.

It's been long since the land has had the freedom to create, as it used to have. Anything and everything is now judged and condemned, deemed safe or harmful. Harmful only for those who's power depends on the ignorance of their subjects.

And within his hands was a thirteenth scroll of parchment, the last piece of puzzle that reveals the truth behind his world. Telling the story of what was before the aristocracy. Tales of freedom and expression, of unknown heroes and well known villains. Tales of old that might fruit back into the world.

He then started reading, making sense of it all. Unveiling what the world had forgotten.

That's how he decided he'd make a 14th scroll, to condense the answers into a single file, a single book the world would read. And the world would understand the mistakes they've made.

He wouldn't leave the place much after he'd started. He'd pray to the muses to guide his mind, and for his strength to guide his hand. He'd pour more then his ideas into the letters, leaving behind his mind and soul. He;d be almost a vampire feasting on blood, for the rest of the years to come.

He'd leave his life if he needed, to end his mission.

At the end he'd finish and die alongside it. At the end, his work would be revered, spread and read. At the end he'd finish his mission, save his world, and never be recognized for it. At the end, a single 'Diego' would sign, his nigh anonymous work.

And he'd finally be happy."

So yeah, try to figure out my info based on that text :) It's an easy "puzzle" to be honest, and it's all in there! At least all I want to reveal, xD

I'll post what's inside there later, just for those to lazy to read that, k? :D