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 with a green magic ball spinning in his left arm. His expression turned solemn occasionally as he vigorously
"Wow, so beautiful," he exclaimed with eyes shimmering in wonder. "Dad, can I make those too?" Questioned the little boy, his shining orbs glued at the misty stars.
The man's gaze softened, he slowly turned his attention to his son and replied," Of course my boy. But only when your magic awakens."
Looking at his father with an excited look, he asked, "Would you teach me, dad?"
