waves eroding part of the sand into the sea. The winds softly howled swaying the palm trees to and fro. feeling it gave in his small palms. Beside the boy, sat a brown-haired old man, so beautiful," he exclaimed with eyes shimmering in wonder. "Dad, can I make those too?" Questioned the little, his
The man's gaze softened, he slowly turned his attention to his son and replied," Of course my boy. But only when your magic
The old man sternly stood up and held his son's hand, summoning him to follow. The father-son duo silently walked towards the ocean, where the man raised his other hand while tightening the grip on his son's hand. Green mist smoked out of his hand while he whirled it and a large entrance stood before him. He gently pushed his son into the entrance and unknown to him, a green spark rapidly crossed in his eyes.
"Whoa!" Shouted the boy. Howling winds welcomed him, pushing him harder into what seemed to be a dark tunnel.
