Wolves howled in the distance, facing the dominant moon in the middle of the night sky that gave way to light. Small and large freckles of stars shimmered, and a cooling, yet dangerous feeling enveloped the atmosphere.
Through a small opened window, from which this dangerous feeling leaked, could be seen a young boy sleeping on his small yet well-crafted bed. Lyrian was smiling in his sleep. He couldn't help it, he was proud.
Loud winds howled outside, able to be heard even from the inside, but Lyrian was too deep in his sleep to hear them. Suddenly, a white owl landed on the sill of his window, before looking down at him and erratically shifting his head.
Although its head moved wildly, the rest of its body gave a sense of calm and confident energy. After a moment of pause, it flew inside, landing on top of his chest.
