NOVEL NEXT Prologue
Sometimes all it takes is one word to change your whole life.
It can be a word of immense love, or it can come from the depths of the most malicious and hateful intentions, or it can be a random word with no passion or emotion.
“–Oh …… yes. It’s about the size of an eyeball, I think.”
She was probably having a hard time describing it.
She was not sure how to explain it to a blind boy.
The boy was blind.
So he doesn’t know anything.
How do I express how big a thing is?
She could tell the shape of the sphere, but not how big it is. ……
That was what she said after she was troubled.
She cited the boy’s and the person’s eyes as a comparison – something he had that he could see even if he couldn’t see.
The moment she said it, she regretted it.
She had told a blind person a comparison about something related to eyes.
She couldn’t find anything else to compare it to, so she struggled to find the right words to say. …… She clearly thought she had been inconsiderate.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, it wasn’t meant, …… to …….”
Her words trailed off.
When she saw the boy’s face, her words stopped.
The boy looked up at her.
The boy was watching his silver eyes, which reflected nothing.
He was always downcast, modest, with no sense of self-will,……, and looked as if he thought it would be hard to live any longer.
With a bang, the water ball that the boy was maintaining lost control and bounced off the ground.
“……a size of an eyeball, that’s made by water, round, ball? Eyeball. Did you just say like an eyeball? Wow …… okay that’s what it is …….”
The boy repeated it over and over, as if he were rambling.
Over and over and over again.
It was like the water carving into a dry heart.
He was only seven years old.
–It was probably at this time that the blind Magician Kunon Gurion was born.