All the creatures felt it, a strange sensation, barely perceptible, as subtle as the touch of a feather falling to the ground.
A sensation that came from the soul and that gradually spread until it penetrated the bones.
So unusual was the event that all beings were paralyzed and the world fell silent.
Nothing could be heard anymore, not even the beating of one's own heart. Until a note broke the silence, a note filled with the purest happiness and praise.
That note became a melody and that melody became a song, a song that was sung by everything that existed.
Only for a fraction of a second, a tiny moment in the vastness of creation, but it was enough to be heard and remembered, until the end of time.
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Hurried footsteps down the stairs could be heard throughout the house, while the noise of dishes could be heard coming from the kitchen and in the next room, the sound of wood being filed.
A boy as young as 5 years old had just rushed downstairs and was breathing hard. Her short legs didn't allow her to go very fast or take very large steps, so her cheeks were reddish and contrasted strongly with her ash blonde hair. He had the same hair color as his mother, as well as a similar, pretty and slightly delicate face, which would indicate that he would be a truly beautiful man when he grew up. His eyes were just like his father's, similar to the gray of the cloudy day, giving off a slightly melancholy feeling as he grew pensative and looked down a bit.
- Why is my child so thoughtful this morning? - asked a pleasant voice.
When the boy looked up he could see his mother at the kitchen door looking at him and smiling affectionately.
-I don't think about anything,- the child replies, clumsily pronouncing the words.
- Does my son think of nothing? Does that mean you have a head full of sawdust? - replied the mother smiling as she picked up a handful of wood dust that was placed through the cracks of the next door.
The little boy ran into his mother's arms while laughing at the joke that she played on him every morning for as long as he could remember.
Laughter interrupted the moment as a large, tall man entered the room and picked up the mother and son pair as he headed for the kitchen.
There he left his son sitting in a chair while the two adults finished preparing breakfast, which consisted of a lentil-based puree cooked with spices, served with a piece of fresh cheese and a rye flour cake.
When they ate, the boy would look at his parents in good spirits as he listened to them talk about the latest rumors about demons circulating in the surrounding towns.