The boy cried out in a fierce voice, “Mama, you must tell me the next time this Devil comes, and I will protect you. I will not let him take your soul or anything else.”
The Widow laughed and hugged her son as best she could. “Oh, my dear, you must learn to see the Devil on your own. One day when you are old enough, you may look into your father’s Mirror.”
Another five years passed.
a boy's fantasy