... and the big magician died. And with the time, long after his flesh had 
vanished, his skull started to shrink down in size, and to get a somehow 
crystal structure. And three milleniums after his dead, his skull was now 
pure smaragd, and there was a magic light living within the solid boundaries 
of the vanished magician's shrunken skull.

It was a dark day in autumn, when Dantan went into the old forest. One of 
these days, where humid was in the air, and the light rare. Dantan was 
actually afraid to go deep into the old forest, but this very day he was 
just not recognizing how deep he went into, his mind was somewhere else. And 
so he passed tree by tree, and his feet left the pathways the druids created 
since the begin of all times, walking now on green mosses.

Too late he recognized that he had lost his way and any feeling for the 
right direction. And worser, the darkness started already to come out 
between the old, mighty stems, so much earlier than expected.

--- to be continued by everyone ---

Sven

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