Chapter 42 - Illusions

Sierra was walking aimlessly in the streets, kicking a stone sometimes with the tip of her shoe or making it move with her. She was dangling her body back and forth, thinking how that man got on her nerves then he made her calm. There was something about his way of talking that made her do what he asked and he even called her a liar. Who was he joking? Himself? Her? Why would he lie and say she imagined everything on her own? The image moved on itself; it twisted till it showed a cemetery. She lowered her head and looked at the tip of her shoes. Perhaps, she was truly hallucinating; there was no way magic would exist.