1 Prologue!

'I should begin,' I thought to myself as I picked up a clean sheet of paper from a big pile of clean papers sitting on the right side of the desk and placed it directly in front of me. Then, with my left hand and not the right, as I first learned how to write with my left, I took the feather pen. A feather pen which wasn't made out of the feather of any simple bird, but of a feather of a phoenix. And not of any phoenix, but the phoenix known as the rising sun. A very fitting name, as the rising sun phoenix, was just as beautiful and just as deadly as the sun itself.

Holding the rising sun feather pen in my hand, I felt heat emanating from it, warming me up and making me feel extremely comfortable. It was as if I was standing under the warm afternoon sun of the late spring.

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I dipped the rising sun feather pen into the bowl of black ink. And then wrote in big letters, in the centre of the page.

{Chronicles of Astrid}

I took another sheet of paper from the big pile and placed it in front of me. But this time, I didn't write in the centre of the page, but on the very top and in small letters.

I was born between the night of the 29th of February and the morning of the 1st of March. I do not know how much did I weigh when I was born, but I do know that I was born with hair that was black as the void itself and eyes which were as green as the prettiest jade.

My parents gave me the name – Astrid, as they believed that I was the most beautiful baby girl to have come into this world.}

I placed the rising sun feather pen onto the table and looked over the few lines that I wrote a few times before taking the third sheet of paper and placing it in front of me. Then, I took the rising sun feather pen and wrote again.

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