The air was tensed and mild. The wind was still and the night was quiet. Faint torches light the streets of the people of Hadien and faint light illuminated their windows. They were either preparing to go to bed or they were already in bed. The streets of Hadien were as well quiet and lonely and the evidence of the celebration of the previous night littered the street. Guards paraded the streets and there were just a handful of people available at that time. Drunks found their way drowsily to their houses, then the sluts whose working time was as the same time as the sleeping hour of others.
But the air was not tense alone, neither did the night look too still because of the climate change. Something else made it all that way, something they were all scared of. The prophecy.
A night ago,
