prolog

He walked through the corridors of an old school.
His footsteps grew louder the further he walked across the dark and cold marble floor.
Hardly audible, but there weren't any people present to hear them.
It was still a bit dark outside.
It was a cold, windy November morning. Only autumn or already winter?
When he stopped he turned to one of the large arched windows and looked out into the distance.
The trees had already lost their brightly colored leaves, and leaves were being thrown violently on the sidewalk.
Actually, he didn't know exactly why he was here so early, but he hadn't been tired either, actually he hadn't been able to sleep since then. Since that dream. It wasn't a nightmare. But strange. Not a nightmare, but so scary, as if it had almost been a nightmare ... and one so sensual too.
Lost in thought, he continued to look over the landscape that presented itself before his bright, blue, shining eyes.
He had to flinch briefly when an unexpected, gentle energy hit him.
Then he grinned briefly and continued his way through the big old and creaky building.