The tables were getting ready and
butlers were overseeing the correct placing of plates, glassware and cutlery as the ball
was to start soon.
All the important and noble families
from near and far were invited to celebrate Princess Odette’s birthday.
The King issued special warning for
the warding off the young sorceress Odile.
She was not to get any near the party.
It looked like everything was under
control… Until the Master of the Ceremony found few black shiny feathers next
to the last pile of plates and glasses waiting to be arranged on the
table. He looked over his right shoulder. Then he slowly checked over his left
shoulder. No body was there, no body was
watching. He took the black feathers and
pushed them under the dining table.
Don't mention Odile! Let’s hope they forget about her…
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