Tthor felt that it would really be like this, from the first image that Meaghdose had, which consisted of a group of stacked houses, with roofs of reed and wood, from all of them chimneys of tubes came out that released dense white smoke. In that part, the dwellings were a little more sophisticated than those Tthor had seen when he disembarked from the “Storm and Impulse”.

   "First, we will have some breakfast in the town."

   "Can we go to the…”Simply Clovers”?"

   "How do you know about that place?" Darius looked at him surprised.

   "Murk mentioned him to me when he was telling me about Meaghdose."

   " You know? “Just Clovers” was one of your father's favorite places. I remember him. Some day, I will tell you about him, if you wish..."

Tthor smiled and his eyes began to shine.

  They took a path of low bushes, with dry branches and gnarled trunks.

   "How can I be a descendant of an important family and I can't even walk without tripping?"

   "When I was your age, Tthor, I got into a lot of trouble and they kept challenging me. But unlike you, I was looking for it; you just seem to have bad luck. But things always improve. Think of pleasant things. Has something good happened to you?"

   Tthor nodded.

   "Meeting you has been very good," the boy assured.

   Darius looked at him smiling.

   "And it was also very good to meet Murk. And I like this place, I like the cold and I like that the sun doesn't burn my skin. Asmodeu has also been very good to me…"

   "And I learned that you have already met Lee-Won…"

   "Yes of course! I like him too."

   " Do you see? " Darius told him." Not everything is bad!"

   "How long will my mother and I stay in Warghost?"

   "Until the day of the Coronation, in April, " Darius said, indicating the path, which now branched in several directions.

   "Almost four months," Tthor calculated. "So I will have to return to Viper Tive Rd. to start classes next year."

   "Are you missing ?" Darius wanted to know.

   " Only Wilgenyna. By the way, I would like to send you a letter."

   "Sure, there's the post office."

   "But... I don't have paper or pencil or money..." Tthor said, somewhat annoyed.

   "Don't worry, they have everything there. Come on!"

   The post office turned out to be a fascinating place for Tthor. It was a large place, with strange maps everywhere and signs of different colors with phrases like: “Mercury Royal Mail” or “We are fast and efficient. No letter has been lost since 1307.

   "Oh! They do seem efficient."

   "There you have paper and pencil," Darius pointed to a dark wooden counter.

   Tthor settled into one of the high-backed chairs and looked at the walls. There were clocks that marked the hours in different parts of the world and a giant sand clock that seemed to be emptying quickly.

   "That indicates the time of our town. Orffelios himself built it."

   "What year are we here?

   "Today is the eleventh of Winal Mel in the year 665. The day of Orffelios' birth became the 0th meridian, that is, a new calendar."

   "That Orffelios must have been very important."

   "Yes, Hiram Abiff Orffelios was the first King of Meaghdose and the one who achieved peace between the Asís and the Vanir, the founders of this place. Although only for a couple of centuries. Some of his blood runs through your veins. You are an Asís."

   After 665 years, I don't think there's much left of that..., Tthor said in a little discouraged.

   "You know, Tthor?" Darius told him. " I think your problem is neither the sun, nor the small group from your school that was chasing you that day I met you, nor that you get dizzy, nor your mother... Your problem is that you listen too much to others. and you believe everything they tell you, especially everything bad..."

   Tthor thought for a moment. Darius' words reminded him of the conversation he had had with Murk.

   " I'll leave you alone so you can write. I'll run some errands and come pick you up. Here he left you some money. The gold-edged notes are Neogalls, the silver-edged ones are Kelsics, and the ocher ones are Tunks."

   "Thank you, Darius," said Tthor as he chose a couple of sheets of mail letterhead: a letter M lined with two golden wings.

   Then, from a pen, he chose a black pencil with small owls painted in white. And he started writing.

   After the third attempt, Tthor began to get nervous. He wanted to write to Wilgenyna but after three or four sentences, he regretted what he had written and crumpled the letter. The first one seemed very sad, with all the hardships, dangers and accidents...The other two, too optimistic. Well, he didn't intend for her cousin to believe that he was having a great time and that she didn't miss her. In fact, the girl's face, streaked with tears, was the only thing she thought about since she had arrived in town.

   He sighed, took a new sheet of paper and wrote:

"Dear cousin:

I haven't stopped thinking about you since I arrived. The place is interesting but it would be more so if you were here with me.

I know you must not be having a good time. I'm sending you some chocolates that I know will make you feel better. In a future letter I will tell you everything about this place. I miss you and I'm sorry our plan failed. I will write to you soon.

Your cousin who adores you,

Tthor.

P.S. Merry christmas!"

   Darius returned a few minutes after Tthor finished the letter. He showed the boy how the shipments were prepared, which turned out to be a rather strange method for Tthor: the leaf was rolled up and stored vertically in some kind of vessels with lids in the shape of a human head, with a hat with wings, called Canopus. Thor added the choco-webs he had saved for his cousin. Then a short, bald employee sealed the edge of the lid with melted wax and stuck a label on the belly of the elongated container. Thor, following Darius' instructions, wrote there:

To: Wilgenyna Eyes, Viper Tive Rd. number 4, Rey Sur, Albion.

Sender: Warghost Abbey, three hundred meters from the southern entrance to Meaghdose, sixty paces from the main fountain and mausoleum of Orffelios, around the corner from the Cretan road.

   "What is Crete?" Tthor asked.

   " A tree... I'll show you when we get back."

   "Orffelios planted it, right?"

   "How do you know?" Darius asked in amazement.

   "I imagined it," Tthor smiled, handing the vessel to the employee.

   He read what Tthor had written and said, looking at him strangely at his swollen and disfigured face:

   "Your name is missing from the sender."

   "Oh, yes, of course!" said the child. And he wrote in large letters: Tthor Prayer.

   The clerk read the name and let out a small gasp of surprise.

   "Tthor Prayer!!!" he exclaimed.

   The boy was surprised and looked at Darius, who seemed to swell with pride, sticking out his chest and smiling openly, while he adjusted the patch that covered his left eye.

   "The same...," The little man answered satisfied, who now seemed taller because he had stood on the tips of his feet so that the employee could see him better.

   "Ho...how much does...it...c...cost?" the boy wanted to know, showing some of the bills that Darius had given him.

   "Oh! "No, no, no," the employee said quickly, blushing. "It's on the house." And we will send it in the extra fast service. Tomorrow he will arrive in Albion. Do you know? "I had imagined it differently..." he added, looking at some pustules that had grown on Tthor's nose, which was now twice his usual size.

   "Thank you!" The boy said not very confidently and followed Darius towards the exit, while he waved at the employee, who looked at him with shiny eyes.

   "What was all that?" Tthor asked when they were already on the sidewalk.

   " You are a descendant of Orffelios, an almost pure Asís , the most direct in the line of succession.

   "Well, but if Orffelios was one of the founders of the town, I suppose everyone here is his descendant."

   Darius laughed out loud.

   "That's what they would like! The Asís bloodline is a very select line. Only rarely has an Asís mixed with someone of another race. As is your case, or when once, according to legend, an Asís fell in love with a Vanir, although that is a story. It wad not true. But the Vanir take advantage of this to claim the throne and the paila."

   " The throne? The paila?"

  "Come," Darius said, sighing, "this will be a long one." Better let's go to “Simply Clovers” and I'll explain everything there. It's time you found out who you are...

   "And who am I?" Tthor said, somewhat impressed.

   "The keeper of Orffelios' paila and the future King of Meaghdose, of course...!!!"