
Oakentown, usually booming with life and energy, was eerily slow and silent. Red leaves from the town's giant oak were dancing to the cold wind blowing in the streets. The city was mourning one of its most important figures, the professor Sirocco. The town's musicians were playing the Aria of Storms, Sirocco's favorite melody, while villagers went to the base of the tree to offer their last words to the professor.
In the small park, surrounded by many, laid the body of the professor wrapped in a cotton shroud. In just a few hours, he would be burned by the town's priest and his ashes would be scattered to the wind from atop the giant oak, to cast him on his final journey across the land. Among the crowd stands 3 persons, a small group of women - and a girl - who would embark on their own journey soon after Sirocco's funerals.
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