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Heater goes to Finland to join her father for the Christmas holidays. The small plane that was supposed to take her to her destination will never arrive.
"Aaargh, what the hell is this? Where are my hands? What's with the legs an...
Uhhhh. Heater. Wistalaaaaaaaaa. My little one, it's not okay! It can't be that way! I want your love! How unhappy I am! I didn't deserve this! I didn't want that! All because of that damn Wanda!
Die in hell! Die in hell!
Boo-hoo, sorry, Tartaruuuus. Pardoooooooonnn!
If I could go back in time!
That's the solution!
I have to go back to the plane and sacrifice it and kill Wanda before she blesses the little girl before she gets on the plane.
I kill Wanda, and her whole family so she'll never remember and Heater will disappear and I'll get my poor little Wistala back.
She then meets Mordiford, he blesses her and she marries his son.
They have children and I find mom and my little brothers whom I will help Wistelia to raise....
As we will all be happy, Tartarus will not be mad at me... and I will wash this affront that Heater made to me... (⊙_◎)
Well, while I'm in the lava, let's see the drum of time!
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I set up my tower and put some wood in reserve and prepared the hearth. A fish aroma was waiting for me.
After a well-deserved meal, I relaxed in the sun on the roof of the tower and took a well-deserved nap.
Marc and Sophie and Raph had joined the pub with friends and questioned the old fisherman.
"I'm telling you, I saw it, it was huge and bigger than Nessie! I won't go fishing near the Black Island again. You're risking your life! You still have your whole life ahead of you!"
Then the old man turned around and started to talk, hoping that by offering him a drink he would keep quiet.
Indeed, he adjusted his red hat and took off his glasses and thanked the one who offered him a drink. Whiskey, of course.
The four accomplices rented a small motorboat to go to the Black Island with sophisticated photographic equipment.
They headed for the dock and loaded the equipment. We had announced good weather for the whole week, so the sea shouldn't be too rough.
Theo turned on the engine and they slowly headed for the island.
the castle gave the island a sinister look, especially with the sun on the other side.
They arrived nearby and turned off the engine and rowed on.
Near the stairs, what would have been mistaken for a sewer was an entrance through the castle's cellars. They entered through the vaulted passage and the boat entered an vaulted room. Protected from wind and bad weather.
