Yes. Grace whispered a celebration as her plan carried out. She felt mildly guilty for taking the book itself, though thinking over it, she realised it was for the greater good. Just in time, the hooded figure, now clearly a man in a goatee. Grace sniggered at his lack of coordination, then paused before she could be heard. Immediately when the man sneaked out the window, she placed the Libro Serpentis back into its original spot.

At the library later, there was a wedding held. Grace had a look at the wedding ring, and stifled a gasp. She pulled a ring out of her pocket. They matched. “They’re my ancestors,” she whispered. “They are,” said a Booshka accent. Grace spun around. Nothing. Maybe something in her head. Some ancient magic…

Later, Grace figured if she found the exact piece of rock she travelled back in time. Well, it turned out this theory was correct. She searched the library everywhere but could not find it. At last, she came to the very center of the library where the book-stand stood. “Oh,” she mused. “Of course.” it was on the very place where the Libro Serpentis was placed.

“Wake up, Grace!” she rubbed her eyes groggily as she tried to notice who was waking her. Then she realised it was her mum. Then she quickly remembered to roll her eyes. Then her vision focused on the outside of the window. The library. “Looking at the library, huh?” asked her mum. “Well, once there was a girl named Grace. She was a very cunning child and outwitted a thief trying to steal a very precious book. That’s who you’re named after.” Which Grace had a grain of truth to it…

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