She was still writing the white power pergament but she  knew--the power was not as powerful as she wanted it to be. She was tired, exsausted, drained but she still was writing.

Amalbelek has appeared unexpectedly. He was sitting at her windowsill, looking at her.

"Well well well, something smells good in here!"

"I am cooking the kind powder."

"Smells good indeed. Dear Aramtenek, I am happy to greet you tonight."

"Thank you. I am happy to see you any time, all the time. Every day. 24/7"

"I came to help your manuscript."

"thank you. But has it all started already? Has the Grey period come upon me?

"I do not know. And the Purple dragon is not the one who is going reveal his secrets.

" I feel very disturbed by all that.

"Oh, I do not blame you, darling."