I looked at nothing, the wind ruffled my silver hair causing it to dance with the symphony sung by the beat of the trees. I closed my eyes a couple of seconds before feeling a light, a simple flash that prostrated in my entre-ceja, at first I played down, but then it became clearer and more persistent, causing me to lose patience and with my hand move away.
Anyone would have seemed very strange this action, but the truth was normal in my person, the light moved at my mercy and only I could control it, of course, this deserved a cost. I could not do it in the presence of other people as the high officials in the village demanded.
In the distance I heard a few steps, which indicated that someone was approaching ... Who was it?
HELLO, PEOPLE OF STEEMIT. How are you? Well, here I leave a small part of what would be my novel on this page. I hope you enjoy it.
