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Prologue
The man was laying on his bed and had already been for sometime. He was young, in his early twenties, dark-haired and pale-skinned. Some might have called him handsome, though he was none too fit, if not fat, either.Then, out of nowhere, a woman appeared. She didn't seem worried about appearing suddenly in a strange bedroom and indeed, the situation was familiar to her. Had someone seen her, they'd most likely not have believed their eyes, so strange she looked. She was wearing black-and-silver evening gown that wouldn't have been out of place in a ball two centuries past, complimented with a delicately crafted necklace of silver set with rubies, earrings from the same set, and rings in her each hand, gold set with sapphires. Her skin was white as milk and her hair black as the night itself. The woman had a statuesque figure and an ethereal quality about her. She had a beautiful, symmetrical and delicate face, the kind which wouldn't have seemed out of place on a famous actress. At second look, her face possessed the agelessness of the divine and her black eyes possessing expressiveness which would have attracted jealousy from almost any woman. Currently there was melancholy radiating from them as she walked towards the man, who was just about to fall asleep.
She touched him delicately, lovingly, and without opening his eyes he became restless and started muttering to himself. Some time she just watched him with a focused expression, shadow of a smile toying at her lips. Then she touched him again and he almost jumped from his bed. He put a light on and, still naked, crossed the room to fetch a pen and some paper. Then he sat back on his bed and started to draw lines forming letters turning to words with the woman guiding his hand. Minutes passed and suddenly she was gone and he blinked as if waking from a trance. For a moment he just looked at what he had done. Then he put the light off and attempted to sleep again.
She touched him delicately, lovingly, and without opening his eyes he became restless and started muttering to himself. Some time she just watched him with a focused expression, shadow of a smile toying at her lips. Then she touched him again and he almost jumped from his bed. He put a light on and, still naked, crossed the room to fetch a pen and some paper. Then he sat back on his bed and started to draw lines forming letters turning to words with the woman guiding his hand. Minutes passed and suddenly she was gone and he blinked as if waking from a trance. For a moment he just looked at what he had done. Then he put the light off and attempted to sleep again.