"What are you planning to do?” Said a young voice next to me.

"Back to my home.” I answer after releasing a look at the figure that was beside me, figure who wore a white robe that covered entirely his body.

"Hehe you still remains one person of few words, is not it?” He say with a laugher.

With the little moonlight, I can see his light blue eyes under the hood.

‘Best ignore him for a moment.’

Feeling the silence, I quietly look around while I answer:

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"Well, next to a person like you ..."

Now turning my gaze to the sky, I lose myself in my thoughts.

About a large purple boulder located in a clearing, trees towered up to 50 meters above the ground along the view; The silence ensued among us...

 I hear a sigh moments later, that moment seemed to say: "he it is beyond salvation." Followed by someone getting up.

“I will come back. Will continue here?" He asks now with a relaxed voice.

"Yes.”

"We see." He says one last time before a strong gust of wind hit me, making my mantle swing violently.

"Damn ..." my eyes, under the hood, writhes up in a subtle form. He knows very well that I hate when he create these strong wind gusts with its speed, knowing that he can make it without even lifting the leaves that are under your feet. In addition, can report to the enemy your presence .

I lose an anguishing sigh when I back my look to the sky; Wandering in my previous thoughts.

"When will I be able to return?” I speak in a low murmur. Feeling a great nostalgia as I look at the moon hanging in the sky and the stars in the surroundings.