The Clash of Three Kingdoms

I picked up a book that was half-hidden and had somehow survived the tornado of disaster and opened the thick leather cover. "To Lindsey.." I read. The book was a journal based on how life was back then and how the kingdom's worked. I tried to imagine how the room and lab would look back then. I couldn't. I was sure that I could read these pages for years and still never uncover the right secrets. With a kind of lurch in my stomach, I kept rummaging through the pile of papers and books. There could be so many lies written on all these paper, but I would never know. Each page in the journal had a different date and many scribbles of small information. With one last effort, I did my best to make out the words in hopes of gaining any more important data. If I did have any bit of excitement, it was lost in all the confusion I was feeling. I skipped a few pages in the book and went to the back, but it was blank. I flipped back some pages and noticed they were empty as well.
"The book was never finished," I whispered.