rested on the grass, exhausted, when the sun hit her face. It was a cold sun, a sun of winter freezes the branches of trees and white stained with passing of wind. But I smile, missed it so much to see the blue sky at its best, without a single cloud covering its magnificent grandeur. His chest was still busy and the smell of damp earth stuck to the skin and a drop cold sweat ran down his face. Been so difficult, but at least I could breathe again, though not without difficulties.
From that green meadow, I could see the whole valley, sheltered from the winter chill that gave a touch of beauty than any other color or light may give. He saw that his hands were still muddy and completely soiled clothing: should be changed, definitely and hopefully burn it somewhere never to occupy it again. He saw a strange mark on the palm of his hand, the problem was not to have been aware of his power, but their potential.
stared at the hole he had left on earth, at his side.
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