It had been dying. It lay in the same state for days and months and years and decades and centuries and millenniums and yugas and so on and so forth. And just when it was almost dead, and just when the last puff of the last breath was about to whiff out of its rugged lungs, there appeared the black crow from the colony of the white swans.
The crow's eyes twinkled, just like those of Dumbeldore's and it tapped its claws and fluttered its wings. Its beak quivered and sprinkled over some droplets of water that held life and more.
And so it arose slowly and in a state of disbelief, wiping from itself, the dust of the ages gone by, as the air slowly gurgled inside its lungs, and its eyelids fluttered again and its pupils adjusted to the mild sunlight.
The crow chuckled and cawed and celebrated and swooned and shrieked and then cleaned its bowels. Then it thundered in human voice!! From the four corners of the four worlds I bring you four listeners who lent you four droplets of life. Please you must, these listeners of tales. For if you don't , you perish yet again.
It trembled and shivered and breathed and sighed and thus it so began:
Long Long ago when the sun rose from the east and the ice existed on the polar caps, when a year had 52 weeks and a week had 7 days and a day had 24 hours and a hour had 60 minutes and a minute had 60 seconds and so on and so forth, there lived a guy who had been waiting for too long. And this was a dark night, when this all happened and so I four masters tell you this tale.
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Tonight was the night. Even Gods would not be permitted to get in his way, he resolved. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair and made contact with his soul. He felt his heart throb, his muscles tighten and his teeth clench. There was the scent of jasmine flowers in the air, pouring in through his nostrils, entering his whole self, and spreading into every bit of him. He shivered with a tinge of excitement. The blood was rushing in already. He closed his fists to control himself. The moon shone in half, letting the stars bloom. A dog howled in distance and another yelped. He reached the door, gasped for some air and knocked.
The crow's eyes twinkled, just like those of Dumbeldore's and it tapped its claws and fluttered its wings. Its beak quivered and sprinkled over some droplets of water that held life and more.
And so it arose slowly and in a state of disbelief, wiping from itself, the dust of the ages gone by, as the air slowly gurgled inside its lungs, and its eyelids fluttered again and its pupils adjusted to the mild sunlight.
The crow chuckled and cawed and celebrated and swooned and shrieked and then cleaned its bowels. Then it thundered in human voice!! From the four corners of the four worlds I bring you four listeners who lent you four droplets of life. Please you must, these listeners of tales. For if you don't , you perish yet again.
It trembled and shivered and breathed and sighed and thus it so began:
Long Long ago when the sun rose from the east and the ice existed on the polar caps, when a year had 52 weeks and a week had 7 days and a day had 24 hours and a hour had 60 minutes and a minute had 60 seconds and so on and so forth, there lived a guy who had been waiting for too long. And this was a dark night, when this all happened and so I four masters tell you this tale.
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Tonight was the night. Even Gods would not be permitted to get in his way, he resolved. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair and made contact with his soul. He felt his heart throb, his muscles tighten and his teeth clench. There was the scent of jasmine flowers in the air, pouring in through his nostrils, entering his whole self, and spreading into every bit of him. He shivered with a tinge of excitement. The blood was rushing in already. He closed his fists to control himself. The moon shone in half, letting the stars bloom. A dog howled in distance and another yelped. He reached the door, gasped for some air and knocked.
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