YOREN I
The night was on the verge of the dawn tranquilly as slumber still dwelt in the masterly establishments of Ilem's Lane. The moon was barely visible for the clouds reigned over the endless blue-black battlefield : the sky. But the stars, as tiny as they were, never stopped twinkling if anyone would pay regards to them. The night was nothing exceptional than any other night in Alphaville, cool and quiet. Yoren absentmindedly anticipated the arrival of dawn even when he had lived a night which he would always wish to stay longer and longer. His lady-love lay beside him exhausted and warm beneath the sheets, wrapping her hand around his waist. She had the air of being sound asleep in perpetual contentment and he took long glimpses of her as she slept. The feeble sound of her delicate breaths and suspires was alluring and in the musty chamber of Yoren, her fragrance of jasmine spread around his senses. Somewhere in the far, perhaps a stray dog shot an indistinct yelp, leaving Yoren al