They already visited bigger towns and now they were on the way to visit one of the famous smaller cities. Kendra always wanted to meet someone from First Nations and her mother brought her all over here.

But instead, the picture she had in front of her eyes she could see desolateness. Complete loss of emotions in their eyes and being. Kendra watched around and saw people walking pa.s.s her completely ignoring her. 

Nearby was one middle-aged man that stared at them since they came out of the van. She came closer and saw something strange. Emotion in his eyes made her feel strangely affected. The closer she got the more fluctuations she felt inside her own being.

Almost like being pulled she waled fast and faster towards him and suddenly stopped as he stood up. He looked with serious expression at Kendra and then turned his eyes towards her mother that sat in care and waved at him with a smile, and wrinkled his eyebrows.

He was about to pa.s.s the child and just lowly whispered. ''Child, come out tonight if you want to know the real truth. If not, enjoy your hallucination.''

Kendra rose her eyes towards him but he was already gone. Hallucination? She turned her head towards her mother and rushed back.

The moment she entered the van mother asked her. ''What was that about?''

The way she asked her was strange. The way her voice pitched and her eyes changed... When did it start? When did she start doubting her mother? She smiled at her. ''Uncle said we should watch out for snakes. I should not walk too much in the desert as there are many hidden poisonous snakes. I think the uncle is good. Maybe if we stay here for a day or two, we can make few pictures.''

It was already evening and she wanted to walk a bit around. ''Can't we stay here. Isn't it safer than traveling to the next place? Let's stay here a bit, please mom.'' She cutely looked at her and hugged her as she begged.

''Fine, fine... Let's do that. But child, do not walk too far away.'' She looked around and saw nearby a store and bit further away from a motel. ''Do you want to sleep in the motel bed tonight?''

Kendra looked at the dusty sign of the motel and changed her face. ''Mother, there is no way I would like to change the comfortable bed in the van with the dusty thing that is maybe filled with bedbugs. No thank you. But you are free to do that.''

Her mother chuckled. Since Kendra came back home from hospital she became fussy about dirty stuff. ''I will rent a room to at least shower like the person as this shower is killing me. Let me shower for an hour.''

Kendra pointed at sleepy town behind her back. '' While you take shower I will walk a little bit here. Look, there is a souvenir shop across the road and no danger. No people as well.''

She looked at the store across the motel and nodded. ''Fine, but don't go further away. We will eat in a diner and then sleep. Do you want to sleep outside?''

Kendra shook her head. ''No. The dust is bothering me.''

Her mother patted her head took some clothes, shower set own towels and winked at her. ''Don't go too far. I will be right back.''

Kendra nodded and saw her entering the motel. She still waited for a few moments and looked around curiously and then crossed the road. 

The moment she entered the store she gasped as strange multicolored lights floated around her. ''Wow, you have 3D technology? Cool!''

The man came and shook his head. ''We do not. What you see now not many people can. Its is called whisp of power and you are a cultivator. I will have to explain to you fast before that woman comes back. Come sit down.''

That woman? Does he mean her mother?

He went close to her and looked deep into her eyes. ''Listen carefully as probably I won't have a chance to speak to you again. You are one of the children in this world that have special powers. If you grow that powers you might be able to do many wondrous things. But, you must be careful. there is an organization that is gathering all child cultivators to extract their power or turn them into their puppets. If they get hold of you, they will be a huge problem. Really huge problem.''

Kendra wrinkled her eyebrows remembering the offer she accepted and sighed. ''I have been contacted by those people and accepted their offer.''

He jumped from the chair in fright. ''What? Why?''

Kendra pointed at her heart. ''I have been born with heart problems and shortly lost father. After that, I had to get a heart transplant but it seems my body is rejecting it. If I stay alive and get the treatments my mother will get even more loans and I do not wish for her to live this way.''

The man stared at her in wonder. ''What are you talking about? Cultivators never have real heavy sickness as the power within them protects them from failure. The only thing that can happen to you is to have too much energy inside your body and it could explode. But basically, you shouldn't have had any operation. I know it is rude, but could you show me the scar?''

Kendra winced in winder and pressed her chest. But then slowly lowered a bit of her s.h.i.+rt and showed part of the scar. It looked strangely red and almost inflamed.

He looked at it closer and jumped back. ''Worms. No wonder. Now tell me something. Do you feel strangely loose sometimes and sleepy?'' Seeing her nod he continued. ''You can't hold on your food and you just want to laze around and do absolutely nothing?''

She nodded completely confused. 

He pressed his lips together and pointed at outside. ''And that woman is your mother?''

When she nodded one more time he paled. ''Impossible...''