Last Saturday, I went to the park with my sketchbook. It was a quiet, sunny day—perfect for drawing trees and birds. I sat under my favorite tree, listening to the wind and the chirping sounds around me.
Suddenly, everything changed. The air turned cold, and the light dimmed—even though the sun was still shining. I looked up and froze.
When I saw him in front of me, I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest.
There, near the fountain, stood a tall man in a silver cloak. His eyes glowed faint blue, and he held a staff with a shining crystal.
He didn’t speak. He just looked at me—as if he knew me. Then, in a blink, he vanished into the air—like smoke in the wind.
I stood up, my heart racing. Was that real? A wizard? A spirit?
I ran to find my friend and told her everything. She didn’t believe me—at first.
But I still have the drawing I made that day. And in the corner of the paper… there’s a symbol I don’t remember drawing.
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