Surrounded by magnificent landscapes, I travel across the wild land where I appreciate mountainside sunsets and rivers meandering like silver ribbons. Comes he, the little spirit, whom only I perceive. One day I was sitting beside a river where the air was thick with a sense of tranquility. A shimmering figure materialized, a translucent and luminous being, radiating a gentle blue aura. As he solidified, I saw him wearing a dark green cloak, a long thick black tunic with a red edge at the collar, and a long sword in black gilt-edge scabbard on the leather belt---an attire for adventures.
We befriended each other; I know he, the spirit of words, ageless, would appear at any time and expect him to materialize wherever in this regime of fantasy. I start to feel a responsibility towards the little soul: I live so that he may contrive his storytelling. The wills I were obliged to forsake for earthly duties, will be carried out and survived by him. But sometimes, he may reincarnate in me.
He is learnt, wise and knowledgeable; he knows life skills and swordsmanship — not just the subjects I learn in school. He was his mayor’s “knight of knowledge”, who acted a bridge of communication between people of almost every field to strengthen the vast territory and maintain peace through empathy and strong mind. He is an all-round scholar, a knight, and a symbol of connection. He leads me to explore the unknown. Whenever I have inspiration and curiosity, it is him who shall reveal the magnificent tales and abundant information behind them; whenever I have confusion and dissatisfaction, it is him who shall help me analyze the situations and express the opinions without reservation…
I pick up the pen or open a book to bring him to this world and connect us together. Through his semi-translucent body, I see everything.