At 1am, Ishmael woke up. In front of his face, the owl's big eyes glowed. She cooed. Ishmael flinched, but then immediately told her: "Go back to your bedside table." He rubbed his eyes and looked around. It was night, which was not surprising at one o'clock. It was pitch black outside. It was a clear night, the stars were shining through the window and forming a pattern on the floor that kept changing.
Ishmael crept out of his room and stopped at the next room. When the door swung open, it squeaked and Ismael flinched. He stopped in the doorway, saw that his parents were asleep and went back to his own. There he took out the book from under his bed. He opened it and looked for a while. He stopped at one spot of the book. On one side there was a dagger, which was dipped in blood at the upper end. On the other side were two wings. Below them were strange words. Ishmael puffed in and out, then he started to murmur: " Corpus didactus forero morte" Then he turned the pages and stopped at another place. On the left side was a dragon, actually a tridragon, because it had three heads. Ishmael trimmed and left what was written there. Then he turned to the right side. On this side there was a piece of paper, where it was written in big letters. "Note with own message". Ishmael read quickly and then muttered, "lettra cosperanza diabola." A sneering grin came over his face as he closed the book. Then he stretched out his arms to the ceiling and shouted, "hell you played out. Tomorrow you will experience your true miracle," and he laughed horribly. Then, as if nothing had happened, he lay back down and fell asleep.