I didn't say anyhing that time; I just got up, and saw the sunset.

" Ehi Templeton, dinner is ready!!"
" Thanks mum."
My father looked at me and said:
" Tonight here's a party in the town. Girls and boys will dance around a cracklig fire. Why don't you go with Marian?!"
"..Cr..crackling fi.. fire?!"

I ever concealed my fear of fire. With my parents, my friends, Marian...with all.

" What's wrong Templeton?"
" ??!! Ehh?! Well...n..nothing father, I'm right now, however tell to Marian I won't come; lately I'm very busy. I've to finish three maps."
" My son, why don't you try to enjoy yourself? You're only 13 years old."
" Tommorow I'll go to the forest near the lake. I've to create of that place, good night."

Get up now, young map maker, that was only a dream, that was a past, a past will not return.
My room was well lighted, clean, and very tidy. Inn keeper told me that I was a respectable person; oh well I'm so embarassed, I said.
I hate rooms in a mess, with socks on the cupboards, very important documents under the bed, fountains pens in the bathroom, toothbrushes in the bedroom.
You're so boring.
Now I can understand what you said Marian, but it's too late. The same fire I ever hated, the  same fire took you away.
I shaked my head with violence... I tried to talk with the innkeeper about Imperial armies and Highland.
" What about Ruka Blight?"
" I don't know anything boy. I hope he will not come to this town. We're all modest people, you know  and it's impossible for us to pay taxes so high!!"
" You're right, that's an injustice!!"
I sipped my coffee, then I got up.
" Tomorrow I'll leaving Forest village and this beautiful inn, I'm so sorry."
" Are you going? What a pity!!"
"..Yeah.."

I entered in my room, now the sun was high, a beautiful music came from outside, so melancholy, nearly sad, singed in a foreign laguage. Quickly I looked at my writing desk, and I realized that all my maps were DISAPPEARED!!!
" How can be?" I asked myself.
In the other room I could tell clearly a child's voice; she was singing that music, but in others worlds.
It was so nice listening that melody; I was curious to know her, so I entered in the other room.

" Excuse me, may I come in?"
" Sure you can!!" She replied with her shrilled voice.
" Strange clothes and strange language..."
" Don't you like my pink dress?"
" No, I didn't mean that, sorry!!"
" Well, what did you want to say me?"
"..What..what were you doing?"
" Don't you see? I was drawing!"
She showed me her drawings but there was a problem: they were on my maps!!!! Hours and hours of hard work destroyed by a child! I try to contain myself, but the kid understood all.
" They were yours, right?"
"...Yeah..."
I remained silent, then I re looked the drawings: There were mountains, flowers, clouds, and.... a marvellous sky. I remebered what I said that time to Marian:
" Maps are not paintings."
I looked her in the face and I asked:
" Could you present your drawings to me?"
" Fiori alberi nell'eterno splendore della notte La La La"
" ?!What have you said ?"
" It's my song, do you have still forgotten?! However, take them!"

I covered the endless corridor in a reverent silence. I wasn't angry with her, I was thinking about Marian and her words. Suddenly, that misterious child said to me:
" Promise!"
" ...Promise..what?!"
" Promise one day in those maps will be clouds, flowers and little birds!!"
" World will be better than today."
It was the only thing I could say.
"...And I'll be happier!!"
" Most probably."