The Cuckoo comes in April 22
Jul. 6th, 2012 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
svetlanacat6
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The bar was deserted. Deserted, tidy and clean.
People didn't run away in panic, leaving glasses, chairs, tables upside down...
A few minutes ago, the room bathed in delicious scents.
At the moment, it didn't smell of anything.
A few minutes ago, it resounded of chatters, laughter...
At the moment, it was silent.
A few seconds ago, storm raged outside.
At the moment...
No more rain.
No more families.
No more innkeeper.
And no more... Illya.
Napoleon clenched his jaws, on the alert.
Thrush.
It had all begun when... When? A few minutes ago...
Someone chuckled somewhere... next to him.