PROLOGUE

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It‘s raining hard. Lightning were dancing in the sky, conquering, gliding to every corner of the black cloud. Everything seems so dangerous yet so merry. Between the sound of the thunder and the rain there was a soft sound, a weeping from a basket near the dark forest. A figure with a black rob approached the tiny basket and questioned it.

“What do we have here? A lil’beast has been abandon by his parent.”

She took the child and hushed him down.

“There, there. I got you. Shh…”

Finally the cry stop, both of golden and emerald green eyes look up to her. The woman was mesmerized with the heterochromia of the child and smile sadly.

“What beautiful beast you are. Sadly peoples are afraid for something they don’t know.”

The child stared curiously at her. She covered the child with her rob and enter the door of the dark forest.

“Come on now, from today on your name will be Zephyr and this will be your new home lil’one. Serve me as your master and your life shall be spare.”

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