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Another gust of wind struck Amon and Godric saw Louis' feather whirl through the air. The surprising thing, however, was that she was no longer alone. A white feather danced with her in the wind. Godric watched the dance between light and dark in awe. Where did this feather come from? The white quill in Amon's inkwell was still in place. Where did this pen come from? After Amon closed the window, the feathers sailed leisurely to the ground and lay crossed. It seemed as if light and dark were merging. Godric sensed this was a magical moment.

Amon picked up the feathers and looked at them for a long time. He sat down with them at his desk, put down the quills and picked up paper and quill. Godric wondered what Amon was up to now. He took the quill and put it in the ink, began to write a letter that Louis would still have with him after 1,500 years ...

The then Chief Father knew full well that Armageddon was coming. It was averted in an unusual way, but never completely a