Prologue

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It was not so calm and not so nice evening. Clouds were dark grey and heavy. The ginger sitting in front of a canvas was a little disturbed. She had several dreams; she didn't know what to do about them yet. She knows that something was hanging in the air as she watched the beginning of a storm that not a single weather forecast have predicted. The teenager turned her thinking of and grabbed the pencil from her messy bun. She let her eyes turn acid green, while the same coloured smoke surrounded her figure. Fierce, bold strokes of graphite on the canvas was something she wasn't thinking about. When she finished her piece it was the first time when she consciously looked at her art. "Oh, you poor boy... Some tough events are coming your way. It won't be easy for you. But you will have some help..." Delphi oracle grabbed her phone and dialled a well-known number "Chiron? [...] Yeah, I know that I shouldn't use a cell phone, but I have news.[...] Yeah, be prepared, you will get some unique fresh blood this summer. [...] Four at least, very powerful. [...] Yeah, I will keep you informed. [...] Bye, see you in a month at the camp Chiron" After that she hung up and looked for the last time at the canvas, before she sighed and put the drawing away. "I only can hope that Fates will change their minds..." She murmured before turning the lights off and going to dreamless sleep.

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