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==== English ==== A man called Zephyr lived in the region of Ivkapel. Having some vegetables to sow, he went to the city library to find a book on gardening. The librarian working there seemed a little odd, so out of curiosity, Zephyr spied on him for a bit. The man had opened a book in front of him, with runes both intriguing and attractive. Zephyr asked him a few questions and then asked to borrow it, but the librarian refused. Driven by his curiosity, as soon as the librarian stepped away to assist someone else, Zephyr took advantage of opportunity to steal the grimoire and slip out of the library. When he got home, he opened the book at random, but could not read or understand the runes. Some of the comments, however, were in his language. Overcome by sleep, he dozed off beside the open book. When he woke up, a wand was next to the now closed book. In the waning days of summer, Zephyr took the wand into the forest and discovered the entrance to a cave, which was rapidly sinking underground. Further in, the tunnel appeared to have been dug by the hand of man or some intelligent creature, as evidenced by the scenes of war that decorated the walls. After a few hours of walking, he found himself in a natural cave, and saw a large lake above which shone luminous, phosphorescent halos. He refreshed himself with the icy water and continued his wandering. The space became larger and wider, like one world inside another. He even seemed to see a sun in the distance. The plain stretched as far as the eye could see, and in the valley he met a hostile magician, who raised an army without reason against him, so Zephyr rushed into the moor and fell into a crack, ever deeper into the earth. A man stood there with a torch and conducted him to a safer place. The man was unable to speak and seemed to have been there for centuries, yet he was not an old man. Zephyr entered an underground castle and danced with a beautiful woman, who was a sorceress. She then told him that he had fallen in battle against the magician, and that his last fall was in fact his death. She touched his arm and scratched him violently to make him live again in a certain way. A thorn pricks indifferently, while a claw requires a will behind it, whether to do evil or good. @@CENTER([[next ➡️ index.php?page=musiques_album03#_English_]])@@
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