The Art of Levitation

   A firefly attacking the winds' current, momentarily pausing on the leaf of an Amborose plant as to power up it's energy levels for another assault. The grass leaves swaying in the same direction the wind decided to throw it. The sounds of the birds singing their tunes bonding with the soft crunches of the water flowing in a near by stream. Sounds of nature, the sounds that fill the soul with positivity and recharges your qi.

   "Astro, breakfast is ready." My eyelids flung violently, falling to the floor I let loose a subtle squeel which scared a Pea dove that was pearched in a near by tree. Quickly getting up I ran to the kitchen where I met my mother and younger sister sitting at the dinning table, our cook who never spoke much, glance at me for a second then focused his attention back to the stove as I took off my slippers and placing it to side of the doorway. "You scared me there for a while mom" I said, with a slight smurk on her face, she dug her fork into her plate not saying a word.

    Taking a spoonful of oatmeal to my mouth I brainstormed possible activities I could engage myself in for the day. Go to park and skip rocks in pond, go to the village market, stay home and read my scrolls, I could even take a walk through the woods behind the house or even go in the den where my father works. The options were endless.

     At the end of my meal I got up leaving my dishes at the table, wondered up the steps to my room. An unbearable screek was released from the old hinges that hung the door up. Violently opening the door in anticipation that the sound wouldn't "scold my blood" and slowly closing it behind me in another attempt to ilimate the sound even more. Plunging my face to my pillow, spreading my arms wide open as to hug my bed and show it the love and affection it so desperately needs.

   See for I was a normal kid, I had feelings as every normal kid, I liked playing hide and seek also riding bikes in the park and enjoying the everyday life of one but for I was different, I could levitate. This comes as no deviated act to my family for my dad was a prophet. One of our family rituals we all had to gather at every full moon and meditate. To connect with our inner selves and talk to our ancestors which were lodged into the deep core hearts. Because my dad was strict and in fear that we would be out-casted by the villagers we had to keep our family trait a secret and were not to display or tell any of abilities to anyone outside of the family.

   As a personal ritual or practice I would go into the green house in which the gardner grew shrubs and spice to meditate. As I fall into the deep abise of my soul I would ultimately levitate or hover three feet above the ground. Often when I was in this daze of mirages I saw beings and I concorded obstacles that otherwise in real I wouldn't of been able to achieve. It was a peaceful land most of the time butthere have been instances where I had to battle with trolls and mistacle beings that were up to no good. These were the bad dreams I've had which are uncontrollable. They often tainted my judgment of the real life and I wondered if this what the real world was like, Maybe that's why my dad made us swear to never share our secrets with outsiders.

    The long battle yo keep our secret sacred has always been a tough one. Vilans have always tried to infiltrate our hom