"You should look for an incredibly large book, filling the whole shelf, little girl, the cover of which is full of blue tulips, red vines and yellow orchids. Its name is Eginnig, but be careful with it, for as harmless as it may look, it has a will of its own, and wishes to avoid me at all costs. Should you find it, hold onto it for as long as you can, and attempt to open it with all your might, and once you see the first page, start reading it. That should calm it down, and once it is pacified, you should be able to bring it to me," said the man called Moira, carefully emphasizing each detail.
"Eginnig? You don't mean..." said Victoria, clearly astonished at the man's words.
"I am not sure that she is the one, but she seems awfully close to the one I seek, and the one that's existence had not been repeated, was not repeated, is not repeated, will not be repeated, and will never have been repeated, so I am willing to take this risk. Should she succeed in her task, the little girl may become a queen, or even a king, the whole Describable and Indescribable reality bending to her will."
"And what if it doesn't succeed, Moira?"
"Then, I will attempt to save this world as I have done so many times, so that the conflict may continue until even death dies."