the cold wind came across my face as i skipped on the pavement slowly humming to a melody i had made. a few seconds later a man in black, with bright red hair, hand made shoes, and a green tie. this man was very short he kind of reminded me of a lepercahn. as he came up to me as i kept skipping i finally noticed him. "hello mister." i said to him for i was only 6 years old."hello young lady." he said back.
Now in the year 1972 i am 15 and know that that man was my uncle and that i had powers just like him. i am a herbozoren a mystical human like figure that controlls the changing of the seasons and nature. my mother was know as mother nature and when she died i became sister nature and started living with my uncle when i was 11. i was depressed when she died, sad, lonely until i visited the world of gonalocom, a world of good and evil but mostly magic.
i haven't been to gonalocom sense the winter solctitice or a day before my birhday when the spirit world and the real world are at the closest touch.
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