He was walking in the darkness wrapping tightly in his cloak against the cold rain falling in the harshness of an early winter’s night, howling wind from the heights. Suddenly, atop the steep path, the lone house by the ash tree appeared and quickening his step he took the track, in his eyes a sudden glee... And the woman inside heard the sudden knock at her door and the man showed up, he said: “I’m a storyteller and I brought to you a magic book, it’s your gift and when you touch it will be completed to retell the tale of your own life, till the end of time and nothing from your life will hide”. The young woman smiled to her guest, bowed her head and took the gift. The book was wrapped in leather, of the finest and she felt so bound to it, but then suddenly she saw the lines of light from her hands and new golden signs now shone. From inside the pages in her hands she saw herself, a child, her eyes shining. Images and feelings were conjuring from the magic book, but when she looked up the man was gone, with her gift she’d been left alone. Looking from the top of the hill above to the stone house he was smiling. He had not revealed to her the secret of the magic book.Every time the book is held in her hands it would rewrite, a new future would spring out, begotten by her own command and showed to her. But he was not allowed to reveal or else the magic would be sealed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.