by Larry Vint
The boy watched the slate colored feather drift toward the earth, the pearl-like spot on its tip mesmerized him as the plume turned slowly in the breeze. He knew it was an extraordinary gift from the sparrow hawk he had been following through the woods. How he knew he didn’t know, but was certain that it was true. He bent to pick up the feather and as he straightened to admire it, was startled to see a man standing before him; a man who wasn’t there before.
The man wore a deer-skin tunic, had reddish-brown skin and long gray-streaked black hair. His hair was tied in a pony-tail at the nape of his neck. He had a large nose and dark-brown eyes that beamed intensely from the thoughtful wrinkles that framed them. The man carried a staff that the lad knew was much more than just a walking stick. He could sense immense spiritual power within the man, but no evil; this was not a person to fear. “Who are you? Why are you here?” the boy asked.
“My people call me Shaman and my friend is Kele. You are to become a wizard and I am your guide.”
After a lifetime of technical writing, Larry Vint, has found that creating fiction is much more interesting and fun. He leads a Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators group in DeKalb and was a founding member of the DeKalb Area Writers Group.