He said, looking from father to mother, who looked away suddenly, “It's fine; I understand that you both were playing, but please, I would love for you to keep it straight!” This made it quite interesting as they made their way out of the house; school wasn't far away from home, and one could say they decided to take a walk. Walking down the pouch, their minds drifted into a lot of this that could be detrimental to their mental health and stability. Making reference to what his friend revealed to him, he asked, “Do you mind?" His friend looked his way and said, “Do I mind what?” “Do you mind telling someone else apart from me about you being able to see fairies?” “Are you joking right now?” He asked his friend, stopping in his tracks as his friend folded his arms against his chest. “I am not joking, Wesley; it's a cool thing. I am just curious as to what you are afraid of, if it is the people or if what you are saying is true.” His friend needed more clarification and proo

“Lyra,” Wesley started, there was curiosity and impatience in his tone, “why am I the chosen one? What has the world done to me? Why has it granted me such an opportunity?” Lyra looked at the boy with a look of perfect serenity on her face. She moved herself gently just by his side, her wings shimmering with a ethereal kind of glow. “That, Wesley, is a perfectly good question.” "It is imperative to know the reason behind selection in order to know your purpose in this place. ” The confusion in Wesley’s eyes searched for an answer in hers. “I mean, there has to be thousands of people out there, perhaps millions, who are affected by this thing you just told me about, Lyra, so why me? What do they have that I don’t?” I fell silent after this, wondering why indeed out of all the people in the world Lyra had found me. “The decision is not random in any way.” A sense of satisfaction graced the lips of Lyra as she continued “Every being part of this realm is predestined depending on certa

Then one of the warriors in a kind of growling voice, said. $It is in ancient territory, you have interfered, and that means you have to pay the price". Wesley’s heart pounded. The feeling of the corresponding component of the danger was felt, and he involuntarily took a protective position. ”I can’t remember what I did but I didn’t mean any harm I just have to get back home.” The warriors appeared not to have much care for bargaining. He stood up with his swords in his hand and looked determined. Before Wesley knew it, they attacked him quickly and since he had no other way, he fought back. Wesley tried to fight back and the sound of metal hitting metal accompanied his movements –or was it adrenaline? It was the fight that never stopped. Wesley fought back – the warriors’ swings were met with a powerful swing of his sword and agile movements. The battle continued and the people soon realized that there is no stopping for both sides. The warriors were well-disciplined

He tried to push aside the growing sense of dread, reminding himself that he was here to learn and enjoy. As the group moved through the attic, Wesley noticed a peculiar old mirror covered with a draped cloth. He found himself drawn to it, unable to look away. The mirror seemed to reflect something other than the dusty; it seemed to whisper promises of a different world.With a deep breath, Wesley stepped away from the mirror, focussing on his surroundings and his friends. He joined in their conversations, participating in the exploration with renewed. The fear that had initially gripped him began to fade as he immersed himself in the day’s activities. As the excursion came to a close, Wesley felt a sense of relief and accomplishment. Wesley sat in his room with his back to the door, he was looking upwards to the ceiling of the room. Like it is clear enough, he had problems and the stillness of the house only exacerbated this; with every passing second the sound of the clock w

Wesley sat in his room staying quiet and still like never before, the air filled with the burden of anxiety that was weighing him down. The one time neat and Cheerful room seemed desolate and damp now as he looked blankly at his broken time piece on the table. Beside him was his friend Liam who was looking at him with a teary eye as he uttered, “I swear I feel like this is my fault!!”. ” Liam said after turning away from his friend, although deep down he knew very well that it was the truth. “Please don’t say that! I agree that we were careless and it led to the watch getting damaged but I can’t help being sad, this watch was handed to me only 3-4 days ago!!” " It’s the worst; I know you feel so bad." It had been given to him by the fairy goddess and was supposed to bring magic and wonder and he had ruined it. The watch, which he once believed held enchantment for him was broken; the shiny face dull and cold as a corpse. His mind was filled with distress. The fairy godd