Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Fall of Single Feather...

Talismans.

A method to improve the lives of a family, be it through encouraging wealth, or love, or good health.

Currently, my house is full of those.

Not that kind to encourage wealth, however, but the kind that wards away evil.

Terrible evil.

On the window in my room, one of the drawer of my sister, one on my shirt.

My sister has three on her clothing itself, my parents, had a few more in their rooms.

The talismans were everywhere.

They were useful, in fact, at least, to me, it felt useful.

From time to time, my sister was still possessed by these evils.

However, these form of talismans had one weakness. They stink.

The mosquito repellents.

They really do.

Later...


Taken by one of the magicians::
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