A Demon's Howl: Prologue
The night was quiet and nice. A fresh breeze was blowing around, caressing the forest's tall trees and blades of grass. The steppe near the forest was being blessed by the wonders of the night as well, by the breeze and the owls ' chants. By the wolves ' howls and the fireflies' shine.
But the real protagonists of the night were the Stars themselves, bathing the whole land of Moskova with their, as old as time, immaculate and ethereal light.
A Kozzakhi clan was camping in the wide steppe, in a meadow close to the forest and the river.
"Kids, come here! Right now! It is bedtime!" the Kozzakhi Hetman said, lurking around the parked vans with a serious expression.
"Aw, it is already that late?" A little kid replied in a sad tone, laying down his small sword and looking at his father with half closed green eyes.
"But we are not tired yet! We wanna keep playing!" Protested a little girl, standing on her hands, with her red hair covering her ocher face.
"You both should go to sleep, if you want to feel good tomorrow. But if you're not tired now, please come to the campfire "
The boy's eyes widened as well as his smile. The girl separated her hair from her eyes and laid down to the floor. Both children's face got illuminated by joy.
"Yes, story time!!" They both shouted happily, approaching to the red and warm fire set in the center of the camp, sitting on a log. Around the campfire, the elders and the tribe's chief were sitting down.
The chief grabbed an ancient book, opened it, and got closer to the hot flames saying: "Now it is time for lullabies and ancient tales, pay attention to the stories you listen to, because they keep secrets and dreams from remote times... let's start with a lullaby, because you both seem not wanting to go to sleep tonight"...
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