fakers VII Once upon a time a city shrouded in fog, heavy fog and immovable. The streetlights were always produced their lights on and unreal shadows. There, in one of those ornate walls buildings lived a witch who had always dreamed of vampires, creatures that roamed the streets peacefully and not afraid of the depth of the water that covered the city. Despite that, the vampires were not the only ones who traveled the streets. These beings were filled with as witches, fairies, hooded characters never allowed to see and other mythological beings.
Let us, however our witch. He had spent his entire life locked in that apartment, watching the passers-by, almost unable to establish a relationship with them and going out every once in a while. However, in recent times had managed to make friends with a vampire (which is why I was very happy), a witch, a nymph and a hooded man whose nature was not very clear and he preferred not to get too close. And so, as time went on, strengthen the relationship with the first three while distancing itself from the latter. One of those days where out four to walk around that neighborhood so boring, to escape from the monotony of their household, the vampire was quite uncomfortable to pass through an area in shadow. "How strange that a creature like him, used to be scared by the dark shadows pass" was struck by the witch. On returning home he found the hooded but like the sorcerer and had accompanied the nymph was not scared. Rose four to the witch's house and although the company made her slightly nervous hooded said aloud that a vampire was afraid of the dark. All warlock, nymph and hooded agreed that this event was very rare. Minutes later, the vampire knocked on the door. He had returned because he had left his things in the house. The hooded used the occasion to reproach him the above mentioned, adding that his behavior was far from that of what appeared to be and that their exaggerated sense of honor was not very common in his breed. Then came what anyone expected. The appearance of the vampire changed. His face, with sharp features softened, his fangs diminished in size to acquire human dimensions, his body was greatly reduced causing your clothes will remain wide and often pale vampires disappeared to demonstrate to acquire the tone tan who consuming time in the sun. The hooded accused him of being a phony, a prince who wanted to be scary to go through what was not to win the heart of the witch. The witch looked down to feel so very deceived by this being, by knowing that caught up comedian who had gotten by deceit, win her heart. The nymph approached her to express his support, and I knew her well and knew what was going through his head. The prince ran away and was not seen there again. The witch, trying to hide their shame, hooded thanked his action as promised herself not to depart, as it had demonstrated that despite not know their nature, could trust him.
And so the witch was never deceived or to be alone, because his hooded protected her from any deception, the shaman's guidance as I could and the nymph, her good friend, supported and understood in the depths.
"That's When I decided Why Should I Care?"
