Chapter 1 :Home sweet home A sunny day in Odara: I walked up the road to my house.Flowers and houses were around me.Smiles and screams of little children were chanting in my ears and so was the gossip of women and men here and there as always.
The kids in my neighborhood played chase until one of them pumped into me and the bag of food fell on the ground.
“I’m sorry Ayen…”
I smiled as I saw him gathering the things that fell.I kneeled to help him
“Don’t worry”I said
“Just next time be more careful”
The boy smiled at me
“Alright!”
I got up from the ground holding the bag in my arms and I patted the top of his head
“Now go back to play with your friends”
I saw the boy running back to play with his friends.
Such a good kid I thought
When I continued following the road to my house I finally saw it.My white house with the beautiful flowers and the small stone paths.I took the keys out of my pockets, unlocked the door and stepped in.
“Mom,I’m back”
I saw my mother,with her beautiful blonde hair tied up and her brown eyes,standing in front of a table wearing an apron ,cutting some vegetables.Carrots, onions and tomato pieces were in a small ball and some chicken pieces in another ball.I assumed she was cooking something really good.I could almost smell the beautiful aroma.
“Welcome back sweetheart”my mother said
I took off my shoes and walked towards her as I placed the bag in the table and took a sit near her
“What good are you cooking?”
“Just some chicken.Did you bring the rice I told you?”
“Yep,it’s in the bag”
“Great”
She checked the bag and took out all the foods that were inside.She raised an eyebrow

when she saw some strings I bought
“What are these for ?”
“Well…”I said in an awkward tone
“I was thinking of crafting a bow…you see I really want to try hunting”
“How come?”She stopped washed her hands in the sink
“I don't know…Sometimes I feel like it's in my blood.”
I saw her placing the pieces of chicken inside the hanging pot and then as she raised her hand she pointed it at the woods under the pot
“Floya”she said and then the woods were burning.
Sometimes I felt sad that I didn't inherit my mother’s magic.I wish I could be a sorceress like her…
“Anyway, why don’t you go wash your hands and come back to prepare the table as I serve ?”
“Alright”
I did as she said.I suppose that her delicious food would fill me up when we are ready to eat. TO BE CONTINUED...