3:41. Remember what I said about the day finishing when I sleep (or 6am)? Seriously, it's been a busy week. I hate exams.
An elderly wizard stood in the clearing, alone but for
the mad prophet. “The chosen one will come when the skies rain fire and the sun
and moon are –“ the prophet started, but right at that moment a dragon landed
in the clearing, crushing him with one large, heavy paw. It took a moment for
the wizard to register what had just happened, and a few more for him to
realise what that meant. Since the prophet was in no state to finish the
prophesy, the wizard decided to just make something up and hope it was almost
accurate.
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