The Black rain poured down on the earth and on the countless hideously burnt humans. Some were dead, some were still alive, breathing faintly. Do not drink the rain drops even if you were thirsty. They contained poison. Fresh peaches for them.
Luna woke up feeling her mother sing a lullaby. She wondered if she heard a prophecy. Rolf was peacefully snoring next to her, the rhythmic breath movement provided comfort. Then she heard a voice call her. The voice asked her to go outside Rolf's tent. So she sat up and put on her slippers.
It was a little chilly in the early morning. Pulling the collar of her robes tightly around her neck, she saw Morgana mount on the King Dragon near the cave. The scale pattern of the giant body could hardly be seen veiled in the morning haze. Morgana patted the back of it,
'We will summon indigenous dragons and magical people. I chose this area as a camp place.'
The godlike voice answered, 'You will need to eat their souls to live as a mortal in this world.'
'Hush! The girl might be listening to us.'
'It's been a long time since I ate them last time. Merlin's holy land didn't let me capture any of them. I am very satisfied here.'
'Language! They will thank us. They'll live with us. The sacrifice ritual should be held here. I need Rabastan Lestrange. He is dangerous, but useful. So don't eat him, yet.' Morgana held her arms up into the sky and chanted the words Luna couldn't understand at all.
After a while, a green dot was coming and landed near them. It was a beautiful Common Welsh Green, which carried a human tied back on the back. Luna could see who he was. Lestrange tried to sit up, but he couldn't. Morgana moved her hand and then the rope vanished. When Labastan tried to dismount, she spoke,
'Behave, Lestrange. If you have an evil mind, I won't let you live.'
Lestrange mumbled something Luna couldn't hear. He descended carefully and looked up from the ground. He shouted after Morgana said some words. Luna guessed they were ancient gaelic. The last word made her alert, 'Scamander'.
Luna turned around and ran back to the tent. Her instinct told her to get out of there.
Near a great rock, magical people gathered around. They were chanting the same words.
'The Salvation is coming. The Saviour will come to us with thunder birds and clouds. We witnessed the sign, the rain dragons into the turning gyre!'