Prologue

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It was freezing cold, the wind was blowing gently on my locks, the sky was greyish. A blackish lake showing the blackness of this world was flowing. An acrid smell, the smell of death, of suffering, of heartbreak emanated from this landscape. The forest burned, and erased in these pages, my sweet memories of childhood. A thunder tore the sky and hit my dear oak, I was broken, I saw my dear home, my dear village, my dear forest disappear forever. That's it, I'm ready to follow my destiny, my cause, save others .

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