Chapter 2

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o one ever saw it, because no one knew the way. But it was real - A big fortress of rocks and stones in a deep Somewhere in the vast mountains of Khazara. It is said that it had a hundred towers that touched the highest clouds. It is said that in spring, summer and fall, it was completely invisible. And it is said that in this fortress, there lived a wizard. He was 300 years old, his wand was mouse-coloured and his fingers were wrinkled. And he was just as evil as his beard was long!

Juliette Amalé did not believe in such tales. She was sitting on her soft duvet next to the crackling chimney fire and her dog Bobby, his warm long tongue licking her already all-to-clean hand.