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2024-10-29 19:42:56The white ceilings and the ancient stone halls shone brightly that day - more brighter than the days before.
The Council gathered on the White Hall of the Time Palace, certain in rejoicing the waking of the Phoenix. There were wines and wine glasses in the hall and there was food. Travelers had been busy all night drinking up themselves.
"She is not yet awake," Rex said. "We can't celebrate yet.
Rex aka Jason was the last who entered the hall and he was surprised on what greeted him. He could not blame them but this was not even appropriate. They had to prepare themselves more than ever and what a shame for them when she returned and found out this.
No one responded them as it happened that they were all knocked down on the floors. The Council was a little group of Travelers who the Phoenix had chosen and said to be the best. He wondered how they'd become the best.
It must be some wild parties. Wine and liquor bottles collected from different
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