Shadow of the Wind

Entry One

         Have you ever heard anyone saying that solitude is worse then death? Well i'm saying it right now and it is. After Mom and grandma died I was alone, in my imaginary world Star Wars, Star Trek (hem, hem, Star Wars is better. We have a Yoda and they have a Spock) Harry Potter, well yeah the average fanboy stuff. Well ordinary kids wold cry at a funeral, but I didn't. 

And you would be like "That's one sadistic (big words) kid" 

The funny thing is I couldn't agree more. I'm not trying to be cheesy, but I was beyond tears. Just like that in a matter of minutes, the night of the funeral something Magical happened. I sat on my bed dreaming, I usually dreamt of escaping the world into my fandom kingdom. Today's dream was a little different, a little to lifelike for me to take so lightly. I was walking doors through these two golden doors as I heard his name over and over again.

A high and raspy "The Shadow Blower, come to the Shadow Blower, escape the darkness, for the true light is in the shadows." 

The words continued for a while and I was all like, "Darth Sidious." in my best Yoda-like voice.

Then a book opened, I think it was The Trials of Apollo Book 1, and those words came out of it. surrounding a dark eerie-like figure. wearing what I can only describe as a Cloak of Invisibility and holding a what I could only describe as a phaser. I was about to run away but he said these word in the same tone, and just like that he disapparated. 

In my alter-fanboy ego I was like "Oh my Dumbledore, This is beyond (Star Trek pun intended)."