That one boy no one knew.
That one soul who was lost in the darkness.
That one part of your life that you thought you were dreaming.
“Ah!” he yelled.
The curtains flew open. The blue drapes covered the small hut. The small straw struck out, as the paint faded out. He opened his eyes panting. His chain necklace hanged in the air. Waiting for them to swarm in, it happened.
Somewhere in the forest the human brain can not imagine. There once was a village. Not a ordinary village, but that village was practicing Blackmagic. The tale of the village had started thousands of year ago… There was this boy named Peetarnormá. He was no ordinary boy. His mother was the Great White Witch. Many say that she was burned to death, but the truth lays on a island for in the Pacific. She was tracked down from many hunters, but her potions were eventually never found. The town people feared her, but many knew she was a good person. One night she started to practice the spells of Blackmagic, except in the middle of her spell a hunter busted in. The White Witch would never use her magic against others, so she was burnt to death. Meanwhile this was happening Peetarnormá decided to hide her Blackmagic potions.
Zoom! The airplane flew through the air. The sun began to set. Darkness fell over the land, as they passed that same peculiar island.
“Hey look at that island!” a kid yelled.
All the kids lined up at the windows peering at the ground. The large island stood surrounded by the water.
The plane started to shift, and turn. The kids fell side to side. The the lights trembled, as the flight attendant seated everyone. Plane drifted in the air, as the engine roared. The first engine started to slow down. The children paused, as they waited to hear the second engine to turn of. Slowly, the plane began to turn.
“Attention all passengers, “the pilot said, “ we are experiencing major turbulence. Please be seated with your seatbelt fastened on tightly.”
The microphone shut down. After an eery minute, the plane started to settle down. Crack! The plane suddenly snapped in half. The passengers flew out the end, and crashed into the island. The air suctioned them out. Suit cases flew in the air hitting the ceilings.
“Where am I?” asked the boy.
He got up to see a jungle. Green moss grew over the trees, as he passed over the bushes. He looked to his side, and heard a frog croak. He turned around frightened. Then he continued on with a faster pace. He continued his path until he reached a beach. He looked closer to see a black figure. He ran through the opening to the beach waving his arms. Now he could see a small boy almost nine years old sitting on a nearby rock. He halted in a sudden stop. There was no boy, but only a ordinary rock.
He looked around seeing a black shadow run through the forest. The boy followed the figure running through the trees. He ran on, as the forest grew thicker. He finally back of.
“Hello!” someone yelled.
The echoing sound leaped...