Christian Johansson
Bio
Nordic creature with fascination of life and living
Magic teacher Pachamama tendered my upbringing
Poetic features from the nature, wild, free, singing
Tragic preacher of cliches, yet another clinging
Magnetic stinging man of rhymes
Fan of shine
Stories (7/0)
The field of offerings
Chapter 1 The toddler cried in terror as he was being carried over the river. The sorceress was humming spells that only practitioners of the magic wonder would understand. The water was swirling around them as they crossed and she held a firm grip around the boy. The wind picked up. A small tornado formed around the two. She kept moving. The servants behind them were used to seeing magic, but never like this before. Nature was alive. The elements were dancing. Singing. Spellbound from what they saw, they missed that something big was approaching from the distance.
By Christian Johansson2 years ago in Fiction
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