Prologue

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A ink slides through the paper creating words, flame glows bright on the candle as the writer continues to write in a night.

He put a dot at the end of the page before setting the quil down in order for the ink to dry, the writer stared at the words on the paper he wrote before closing the book.

He took the candle handle and stand up from his chair and walk towards his cabinet.

He put the candle down and grab the handle as he pull it, he stared at his book one last time with his emerald green eyes before setting the book inside and closing it by pushing it in.

He stood there and look towards the window, moon shines bright as his emerald eyes stared at the moon. A small smile came through his muzzle.

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