MYSTERY
I fell in love with the son of Zeus. Being the daughter of the mighty dragon, he has a way of coercing my flames whenever I want to shed some dirt. A fateful story of water and fire, good and evil bound by a magical power enclosed in a shiny crystal, one of it's kind, from the ancient rocks beneath the valley of spirits. I met a walking mystery in my young years and ever since it baffles me how its memory is still concretely stuck in my head to date. A male being so young but an aura of power is what defines him. I mean, you need not those awkward exaggerated intro speeches to notice the presence of 'a rare intellectual' in the room. Just a two-word greeting and curiosity is creeping up your knees and nerves. It is still a mystery how he caught my attention for years without even trying, not that he has lost it. Loosing is unheard of in his world. Sometimes I blame it on my weird attraction and delusions on this 'beyond normal' world. Otherwise I wouldn...