June 1, 1998
Minerva was sitting in her favorit place on the pantai of the lake, watching the sun rise over the silent grounds. Just to be alive, to see the first light of hari hit the kastil, castle that stood, so resolutely, silhouetted against fading stars, was a blessing. This was Minerva's favorit time of hari because, for a few shining moments, all seemed to be as it should be; as the sun rose higher into the sky, the kastil, castle would come to life, and the students and professors alike would sit in the great hall and talk of meaningless things and be bathed in the fresh morning...
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