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Where are you going when the sun is shining? Where are you going when the tempest is raging? The shadows are burnt out of the sky; and the clouds are rolling by with a strange message from the grand duke of York that the time has come for everyone to prepare for a brand new start.

 You have to learn to be independent and remove your subtle dependence, keep your spirits high and prepare for a long journey in the sky. The night is standing still, and all the meticulous shadows are getting ready for the drill. Some going east, others going west, one group going north and the other group going south and if you are in doubt don’t forget to hang on to your lifeboat and if you get stuck in the alligator throat, the whistle will save you and destiny will raise you.

The Duke has round up the most powerful and strongest men to wait around the bend; he has positioned his snipers around the corner, on the roof top and in the trees to protect his young maiden and middle aged women. “They are too precious for you to lay your scummy hands on them, and I want you to bring in all the assassinators alive or dead, watch every shadow that move and be mindful of the groove” he screamed loudly at the robust men standing at attention in various locations  in the make shift palace and the artificial den.

Everyone seems ready for the battle but they are not sure which one to tackle, they sat around waiting for hours trying to meddle with the people walking on the street .The people have a solemn look on their face and a unpredictable destiny that they could hardly erase, they are caught up in the fever as the sound of death ride through the street erupting the people’s heart beat. They aimed at the robust men on bike and they all fell before the rifle men roll their dice. Their hats were brittle and their hands were little and they all fell on their knees with trembling hands hoisted in the air begging for mercy. And so the grand duke and queen of York held out the scepter and saved them from a terrible disaster.  

A feverish wind passed through the street uprooting everything that is so deep, it sends debris flying in the air covering the space around that is so dear. It went on for a couple of minutes and brought about a terrible excitement in the town but in a few second it was gone, and a golden carriage emerges just before dawn. We jumped in it and the stag and the deer stood in front of it until our ride came and took us out of the terrible storm and so we escaped from the impact of the strange morning .and board the flight in peace and tranquility and arrive at our destination safely.
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