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it was 3:00 am when Rythian finally put down his quill, blowing on the wet ink on the last page, loathe to close it before it dried and The Realm of Dawn was closed and shelved.
Rythian sighed and got up, rubbing the ink on his hands, spreading it even more. Another book on his shelf and enough restlessness pulled from his veins to go to sleep. Trudging up the stairs to his bedroom, he collapsed on his bed without any pomp and circumstance and fell asleep.
The he woke up to a knocking on his door when normal people woke up. Yawning and reaching his arm way up to the ceiling in a brutal stretch, Rythian got up, smoothed down his clothes before grimacing and quickly changing out of them.
"I'm coming!" He yelled at the next impatient knock and quickly brushed his teeth to get rid of the more permeating bad breath.
He opened the front door to Xephos about to know again. "Good morning."
"Morning, Rythian!"
One more day of living and night of life.