The page is turned, the pen has already been lifted and the ink has dried.

The year was 740.

The Empire of Tarshkila had flourished.

It had blossomed into a superb city.

The whole of the Earth was under its reinforced protection.

But all these events took place far from here.

In a village far, far away, MarcheRoi.

In a makeshift house.

A man was slowly brewing a cup of coffee and eating a plum.

He was beardless and wore worn peasant clothes, just like his voice.

Wrinkles had taken their toll on the man's face, even though he was in his prime.

‘Ruh! Ruh! came a cheerful cry, racing down the stairs.

- Good morning, Brother,’ said Ruh, taking him in his arms with gentle wisdom.

Did Lea sleep well?

- Oh yes, she'll be here soon!'

This is Habib, Ruh's little brother.

Two years separate them, but they are like two bodies for the same soul.

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The difference was that Habib was magnificent;

Sparkling good looks, glistening curly hair, blade-sharp green eyes;

Not like the evil-looking dead hazelnuts,

Which Ruh unfortunately possessed.

‘Look out, here I come! Shout now a girl, furiously running down the stairs.’

Léa had something more than the others.

An exceptional aura.

Her hair was an unparalleled blonde!

And her eyes were a pink as pure as water.

Ruh gently stroked the child's little head.

‘How's my little flaming head?

- Yeah, fine! What are we going to do today? What are we doing today? What are we doing today?

Léa repeated 3 times quickly.

- First of all, go and have your breakfast slowly.’

Ruh pointed to the table with the food for his brother and daughter.

There was milk and pastries.

Lea charged towards it to destroy it all.

‘Ruh, aren't you going to eat any? Habib murmured.

- That's all we've got left, the coffee will keep me going.

- What are we going to do tomorrow?

- Don't worry, the Master gave me several orders early this morning.

That'll be enough for the end of the month.'

Ruh puts his old collar back on, coughs and prepares to leave.

‘Take care of yourself. And Lea, don't be silly, go and play in the fields,

but protect yourself from the sun, otherwise it'll become your haunt.’