Here he was again. For the past two days, I've been watching this strange boy from behind slender tree trunks. He was a magic user. I was just sure of it. If common folk turned one into the authorities, they get paid lots. I might be able to save the farm if I could confirm if he was one. On this morning in particular he brought a plastic bag containing two Koi fish. I watched him open the bag and whisper something into the air. Then slowly orange scales rose into the air. The fish were floating and didn't seem to be stressed. The boy stared up the still clouds. "I know you are there."
I froze.
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Salamander12's Art Book
Random"Every artist was first an amateur."- Ralph Waldo Emerson Here are a series of artworks and photos I have compiled as an amateur artist. Just about all I have posted includes a short written story scene because artworks tends to inspire that in my...
