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While Mme Zeweçkasul grew older on the hunt for surprises, humming her melodies like always as a true musician, she didn’t notice how the world around was envolving. Almost nobody noticed how things slightly turned. The winds were cold and dark events where announcing without many humans witnessing them.
Even Dr. Brillenschnitzel was not the experienced man he is today, so only a few dragons may have perceived the omen back in those days: A cry of a little messenger with flapping wings died down in the autumnal winds of time as a raven catched its prey in a splitsecond.
He sat on a roof thinking for a while and looked around into the dawning twilight… Things were changing. As he flew away the old black was carrying that tiny thing in his beak… Continue reading