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It all started six years ago, when I was at my last year of high school. People used to tell me that I have to enjoy those days as much as I could, saying that it's "flower days" or I don't know what other nicknames they feel like calling them. But for me, it was way more like "horror days". My high school years were literally the worst in my whole life. They felt like centuries. However, I don't know how; I graduated after a lot of suffering; not from studies but from bullies.

It was a summer vacation, when my family and I planned to visit a tiny small village in the mountains; called "Soul's-birth". I still wonder how dad knew its whereabouts. Usually he's more like a house person, he indeed had a lot of friends and was super funny, but he didn't like to travel a lot. He rather enjoy laying on the couch, watching his favorite TV shows, bugging mom from time to time with his teases, struggling with our broken heater while nagging: "How the hell can I fix that?!" but when mom suggests him to get a specialist, he says: "So you don't trust my super dad powers? Huh?!". Isn't that how all fathers are?...

Then, maybe someone talked to him about that place, and here we were on our route.

The name its self was already enough to create such a hesitation in a person's mind; that keeps him wondering its real meaning and what message hides between its letters.

We didn't stay much more than a week. Still, it was already enough to make every member of our family so gloomy, even my brother who didn't care about family trips that much. It was indeed a strange place.

We stayed in an ancient hotel *well i wouldn't say a hotel, but more like an old kind of caste house where people used to stay their nights there from time to time*. Yet, it was really easy to remark that the visitors has been so rare the last few years. The environment was super clean and fresh, the beautiful sight of the mountains was magnificent and so detailed as if it was a huge painting made by the greatest artist in the entire universe. The roses and flowers were everywhere in every color, surrounding every corner. The owner of the hotel was "Eva"; an aged grey haired woman, with her two braids falling all along her shoulders, and a bohemian old red dress which its colors started fading away already, with all those small and meaningful geometrics and symbols. She was a wild flower in the perfect garden.

I admired her very much, so she did; "I guess and hope". I was inspired by her looks, by her decorated hotel with all those colors.

Her place was an old huge wood house, surrounded by different plants and flowers. At the entry, there was a kind of a reception on the right, and stairs that lead to the first and second floors. On the left, huge windows that bright up on the living room. With a vintage red carpet, and a large yellow sofa, coupled with two forest green poufs on each side. Pictures from different sizes hanged on the walls, from flower, to paintings, to random people's portraits and pictures. Eva was a joyful woman, each morning she used to put on some indie folk music on the radio while cleaning up the place. As the saying goes "Live your life, forget your age."

On our second day in the barbarian hood. While I was sitting on the grass, next to the lake, holding my notebook between my hands, and randomly drawing the view. She came to me at the morning, sat near me and said with a soft voice:

"You are gifted by the nature. So let her guides you to reveal your true powers. She chose you from all the other people on this living planet. She gave you the ability to look into her secrets, to search into her mysteries. She trusted you." Then, she closed my two eyes with her hand, I couldn't say a thing. I just froze there stunned by her words. When she removed her hand from my face, everything looked so different...

In our days in the prairies, I mostly hang out with grand-ma Eva, she told me many things that I needed to learn and know after discovering my powers. Indeed, I had suffered in the first moments before getting used to it.

Wonder what my power was?

Well, she was the reason why I started seeing monsters and creatures every single where.

I never was the kind of girls that admires themselves in front of the mirror, so I rarely saw myself through it. Until the old woman held my hand once, and stand by my side in front of a huge glass. I was fascinated by how my guard looked like, the way he moves as if he was swimming in a deep sea. When he realized that I know about his existence, he first felt a little bit worried. So our relationship needed some time to develop. I liked to call him "Storm", that was his nickname. He was indeed huge, but I could have that sensation that he's, deep inside, a little creature that want to play and enjoy life with no worries. Step by step, Storm and I became one spirit.

As every trip, it always reaches an end. My brother was organizing the baggage in the car, and my parents were waiting for me to come up.

I was standing next to the gipsy with a smile on her face, looking at me with those starry eyes that hides plenty of secrets and mysteries. Before I had the chance to say goodbye to her, she said:

"Do you believe in life after death?"

Her words felt like a tidal wave devouring me. I was drowning. I was suffocating in the water. I couldn't breathe anymore, until my most suffers became my oxygen, my only oxygen.

I got into the back seat of the car, and kept looking behind; she was standing right over there, watching me. Her powers were holding me so tight. I've missed the creatures that I met in "soul's-birth". I've missed Eva.

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