We were wrapped by a soft invisible veil and without realized, we fallen asleep.
We returned back in the time of many centuries, when two women, after a indescribable disaster had collected a baby girl who cried having the awarness to have lose her parents in a fire that had burnt their house.
Lukelong25_forte.jpgThat child girl was me and those women had grow me up and more the time was passing by, they had understood that i had some powers. Fortunately they had, even them some powers. They were witches.
They had taught to me some tricks for dont show to the normal people our  powers, and working freely, acting always for the good of the village.
Due the fire, i had have some scars on my skin and wounds inside me, that they wouldnt be never healed, and for this, when i was provok, i react. Little by little, some sides of my powers came out, and little by little i was putted in a corner from some inhabitants of the village.
By now the women who had growed me couldnt do anything about it  no more. They had followed the rules that «some people» had to follow, for dont be judged. They had always said me this ‘Be careful, dont show what you can do, they will judge you’.
I had followed their advices. I was going ahead with my head down, till that night at the tavern.
The tavern was the one and only place where the inhabitants of the village were meeting at evening after a day of work. The tavern was hosting from carpenters, at the baker, at the blacksmisths and the blacksmiths were always those who were looking for troubles.
Johnas, the red hair guy, one of the most robust blacksmisth,  that night was particularly drunk. When he saw me enter in the tavern, he started to tease me aloud.
At the begining i didnt care of him and his cackles, but when he got up himself and he came in front at my table and he has started to called me ‘You’re a cursed witch!’ i got up, i was about to do something and you arrived and you putted yourself between me and Johnas. You was defending me. With persuasion, you had made him came out from the tavern, then you was come to me.
There, in that tavern. In that precise moment, we looked at eachother for the very first time.
We shyly smiled eachother.”


⇐“Slowly you

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