It was noon. The sun paint the skies with his crimson veil. Soon he would resign, giving his place to the silver moon and her childen. Lorenfiel was sitting down a tree leaving free in the air small smoke-rings from his long-stemmed pipe. Quoro, his raven, was standing on a high branch.<br/><br/>Lorenfiel wasn't in a good mood today. A nightmare filled with blood and violence from yesterday kept him thoughtfull. As the thoughts where swirling wildly in his mind, a song started caming out of his lips. He was huming a forgotten tale of love his Human mother taught him when he was little.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The night is coming and I have to rest. But first I must find logs to put fire"</span>Thought Lorenfiel.<br/><br/>He stood up, his raven landed on his right shoulder. Lorenfiel started walking looking on the ground for small branches. After some minutes passed his fire was ready and sparkling. He lied down on the tree trunk again and kept huming the song....