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“What can I wear? I have nothing right for the occasion!” shouted Anastasia, falling sadly in the big chair near her bed. “But, madame, you have wardrobes full of dresses, and I’m sure you will find something suitable for the Rising moon ball…” Zazanel tried to calm the young noble. Anastasia, called by her close friends and by her maid, ‘Misha’, shook her head and breathed deeply. “Zazalen, you don’t understand, and I think this is quite normal. You are an elf, and so you can’t understand why a young girl would want something special for her for her first official ball in high society. As you said, in your lands all the people are presented to the society when they are really young, and after all you are a big, big family…” ...

Barbara was a young woman, more or less 27 years old blonde with a body over the average due to her profession. She was an assassin, and she had to stay in a good shape, or she could loose her life. That night, she felt a strange sensation on her spine, when she received a encrypted message from her guild, the Gordon’s daughters. She was not sure about her duty, but she had to obey. The alternative was death. ...

“Elisabeth, Elisabeth, where are you? Elisabeth…” “I’m here, Denise!” “Where, my little one?” asked with a feared tone the old maid. “Near the lake… I’m looking at the swans!” answered the clear and fresh voice of the girl. Denise moved in that direction, panting. She was over her sixty, and the tight corset, the long and voluminous skirts and some excess in the food department didn’t help her to move freely. Some trees hid the lake, a little water mirror created inside the castle garden, the leaves moving by the happy wind of the season. ...