[ENG] Ascended Alpha I° - The first King

The beginning of it all - Part I°

The petrol blue sky was decorated with many small dots of light scattered here and there, glowing and warm.Beside them was the moon, rounded and full of all its magnificence and elegance.
Its pure white color shone in the dark atmosphere and with its pale rays it illuminated the clearing, where Irene and Sioc were, two inseparable friends.
The girl's hair was gently moved by the light summer breeze, with their waving movement took on golden shades and the tips seemed to shine under the faint light of the milky satellite.

"It really took an evening like this, isn't it, my friend?" she asked turning to look at the great bird of prey.
Sioc was a subspecies of giant eagle, with large wings and a very long tail.
Irene had found him two years ago, while at night she wandered in search of a little adventure concerning the horror and the rumor of a certain ghost of the woods, but instead of finding this alleged ghost she had found him, wounded and battered.
At the beginning it was not easy to interact, due to his size and temper, but slowly she managed to win his trust, up to a real friendship.

Irene turned to Sioc and stroked his neck, no one knew about him and no one should ever have known.
She already had a good idea of what the human race was capable of once she discovered a new animal species and, frankly, she had no intention of leaving her friend in the hands of scientists or some idiot poacher.
So she decided to keep her mouth shut with the dear and old game of absolute silence, which was the only thing you really learned at summer camps when friends tell each other the most disparate secrets of the planet, that if anyone ever found out, he would send them all to the asylum on a confidential prognosis.

"I have to go soon" Irene said after a little silence, turning to look at her friend, who with a guttural sound expressed his disappointment on the matter.
She knew Sioc hated being alone, but what choice did she have?
She certainly couldn't sleep an hour a night or the next day she wouldn't be able to work, or do anything else.
She needed at least four hours, which in truth were few, but for him she could also do it.
On the other hand she understood his sense of loneliness, after all during the day being together was almost completely impossible, living in a farmhouse with a lot of riding and summer camp it was inevitable to stay around people twenty-four hours a day, and certainly could not walk the bird of prey under the sun on the hills on display.
So the only real time they could be together undisturbed was the night, where no one would ever discover them, also because they were in the countryside and the house closest to them was three kilometers away and it was also uninhabited.

"Come on, go back to the den, the time has come for me to go to sleep" yawned Irene standing up and gesturing to Sioc to hole up in the woods.
They had discovered long ago a beautiful precipice that, following it all, led to a small valley surrounded by rocks, in addition the tall trees perfectly covered the view so that no one, not even a tourist with a paraglider, could ever see it.
Reluctantly, the two separated and Irene headed home along the small path of light soil which, due to the scorching heat of the previous days, was totally dry.
A rain would have benefited everyone, but apparently at the time he didn't want to drop small drops of fresh water that would cool the air for a while, he preferred as a good sadist, to make all living beings die from the scorching heat.
There was certainly more wind in the Sahara desert than here.
She climbed over the wall of the house and with a slow run, making as little noise as possible, she approached the rain pipe hooked to the right side of the house and climbed it with skill until she reached the window of his bedroom and went inside.

Looking satisfied with the ninja skills she now possessed, Irene went to the bedside table, where she kept the anti-mosquito spray, because yes, instead of having a bottle of water or a bajour she kept a poisonous and lethal spray for insects.
But at that time, especially there, where she lived, there was every year, in the summer, an invasion of these cursed blood-sucking beasts and everyone always had something at hand to save themselves from them.

The useful and holy citronella candles, which were placed outside the house, had been finished the night before and now they were all forced to get intoxicated with sprays.
With a yawn she stopped spraying the anti-mosquito, put on her pajamas and flung herself happily on the bed, only to pass out from exhaustion.