The stars still are on the sky.

 

 

The good thing about living in a desert island is to be free.

 

 

But it also costs a price. A brown bottle. Leda wants to see me as soon as possible. I fell that it’s not good.

 

 

Oh good. The rain. It seems that it’s obligatory to be always wet to live here.

 

 

But this rain doesn’t seems normal. I have a bad feeling.

 

 

Time to put something on…

 

 

…and go see that humanoid dragon.

 

 

 

Water magic is like a forgotten art. I should be one of the lasts who still knows that. 

 

 

I feel the smell of someone else. It’s what I feared.

 

 

- So Leda, what’s going on?

- You came.

 

 

- Do I have another choice?

- Right on the point. You don’t.

- Tell me, what’s the problem?

- Remember that girl I told you? Well, she came and she is exacly how her mother was.

 

 

- That’s something I want to see.

- But you don’t. I told she you would cut her parts of if she go see you.

- I’m not that kind of mad.

 

 

- Yeah, but what matter is that you are not going to see her.

- Then what you want me to do?

- Forgot your role on this, don’t you?

- Remember that all magic comes with a price. You didn’t pay your yet. You’re going back to the desert you came.

- Are you mad? Telling me to go back? You’re almost a dragon, Why don’t you go?

- You know why.

 

 

- Because of the damn swan.

 

 

- Take care about how you speak about the swan.

- I’ll do, but it’s the last thing I’ll ever do to you.

- There’s no problem. After that you’re definitely free. 

 

 

- Do you still have my old robe at least?

- Yeah, it’s on the chest.

- Then I’ll start the preparations for this damned travel.

 

 

The cost of be free. The cost of the madness about seeking for a forgotten art of magic.

 

 

You feel that you’re smart, Leda. But one day you and your secrets won’t keep you safe and you will fall. You and your swan.