Written by Vinh NguyenCopyright by Vinh NguyenAugust 9th, 2010 and continue...(The story may change as it's only a work in progress)Chapter One (Spoken of the truths!)“The next story is about a boy who spoke the ﬁrst magic ever. Magics were shown onTV and movie theaters, but they were just the ﬁgments of imagination. Humans had thecapability of imagining endless things. Things they were imagined, some had beenproven real, and those were the works of sweats. Thanked to the imaginations, theseeds sowed into humans led to untold ambitions that conjured numerous wonders.Wonders were pyramids, great wall, cars, jets, space rockets, sciences of chemistry,sciences of healing, and you named it.“It certainly would be a dishonesty to tell you all my little silly ones that we humans hadconjured and conquered everything we had ever imagined of! It was not even close.Till this day, my words had always been true that numerous ﬁgments of imagination hadvery much stayed that way. We were lucky as we blindly stumbled onto unknownwoods that helped us conjured some ﬁgments of imagination into the truths. The truthsof reality.“The question had been asked for ages, why us humans so prevailed in seeking truths?We knew that little truths could come out from the ﬁgments of imagination that ran wild!Sometimes, we had to take a leap of faith before a single truth spoke on the mouth of atruth seeker! Before a truth could be applied in any age, humankind had sacriﬁcedyears of sweat, heartaches beyond one's imagination, and facing the truth of countlessfailures to bring a single truth to light. My little silly ones, why have we prevailed?”“I know!” a pale young girl who had been sick for years, but she had gained her health just this year. She sat there listened to an old man in his late sixties who told a storythat they haven’t yet heard. Nonetheless, she had no doubt that the old man would tellanother amazing story as he had always done before. Even if the story would notenchant her, she felt at peace anyway. She felt happy just to sit in this small neck of arecreational wooded park where a really beautiful long jogging trail weaved it waysaround the upper hill of the park. The jogging trail would be adorned by thick woods onboth sides. Somewhere within the thick woods, birds would chirp their somewhatsimple but beyond human comprehension symphony. The visitors on the jogging trailwould just walk, and they enjoyed the music of the birds. For the pale young girl, it wasmore than just the birds and the trees that made she felt peaceful. Being in the woodmeant a change of scenery for her. She had been inside the hospital for too long, andthe walls of hospital began to cave in whenever she stared at them for sometimes. Thenature had begged her today, she thought! I know she said, she raised her hand andhoped the old man would pick her. Many hands were up just as fast as she had raisedher.