The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
He looked around. He jad planned to absorb the flames.He was indeed caught in the blast, but when the smoke cleared he had been left unscathed. To the side of him the burning embers of what was left of the car. Something was encasing him, a sphere of sorts that could get a slight glimpse of it when the sun hit it a certain way or the smoke passed over it.