Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

   The Sorin are beings of pure magic. As such their forms are merely vessels on our plain. Magicians have a similar vestige as a piece of our soul is lodged in our body till we pass. A Sorin, however, has their entire soul on the mortal plain.
   One day a Sorin came running to the woods. This Sorin, he was different, his soul was fragmented. I could see it. He came running into the woods, he was crying, sad. I wasn’t eager to meet him, but, I was curious and soon, he found me out.
    He came to me closer and closer, calling, pleading, and I gave in. He was relieved I was not one of his kind, when I finally showed myself.