Noel Isaac

Words of adventure were written on a white sheet of paper, while his small and uncertain hands were blotched by ink whose color no man nor he could remember. It was in the month no man nor he could remember, and he was somewhere in that small house no man nor he could remember. But one thing was for certain: drawing was his small and uncertain hands were made for...or so he thought.

He looked at his finished work with a smile, a smile so sweet no man nor he could describe. He showed it to his sire with that sweet smile upon his face. The father smiled too as he read his son's first prose.

The story was about a man in search of jar embodied by a spirit of dragon, but no man nor I could remember what was the character's purpose in that story I had first created.