Say hello u no

The darkness faded away from the Fairy World’s fragile memory long days ago, leaving everyone except little Turner oblivious to what had happened. Maybe it was one of Jorgen’s bad decisions to solve the problem that way. With the knowledge about history, there was always a slight chance of not making the same mistake in the future. But since everything was already erased, making any assumptions about the possibilities is completely pointless.

Time ran its way without disturbance once more, and Timmy began to live his regular, quite peaceful life again dealing with no bigger threats than the never ending attacks of his malicious babysitter and the wildly flowing rivers of Fs, breaking into the registry book like an unstoppable flood. But Timmy didn’t care about his daily little setbacks, because spring already came into the city of Dimmsdale and found some time to spread its warming, sunny wings above it, bringing all that has been silenced by the winter back to life again.

Despite his role of being the chosen one, Timmy was a normal boy, heavily influenced by the lovable atmosphere created by the flawless weather which for once, made him feel almost not miserable at all without any magical help of his devoted and loving godparents. On a day like that one, lying on the grass and staring at the clear, cloudless sky with its colours softly falling into warm shades of pink as the sun was already about to go to sleep and change shifts with the cold and graceful moon…on a day like that the view itself accompanied with a refreshing, delicate breeze was enough of an entertainment for Timmy. Hardly he manage to slip away into a light, delightful and most of all-careless dream when his mother’s melodious voice brought him back to reality, calling for dinner.

Through the whole day of playing, he found himself the time to get his hands and clothes stained with dirt to an extent where no self-respecting mother would let her child enter the house, but he didn’t mind at all. Still, he knew that his mother would, as a self-respecting one, so his first steps were directed towards the bathroom door.

It was a tenth part of a second too late when the boy realized that his bathroom door didn’t lead there anymore.

Where didtheyt a k e h I mthen

It was dark and silent enough there to make his own thoughts echo inside is head. If he still had one, that is(???) . The last thing he knew he heard: it wasn’t his voice, it wasn’t in his head.

L o g I ca l l y I n a p a r a l l e l e n d I n g
O f t h e s t o r y t h e boy whocried w o l f
L i v e d b u t s o o n h e f o r g o t t h a t
I n t h e w o o d s t h e r e s t i l l w e r e o t h e r
T e r r i b l e p r e d a t o r s o u t to f i n d h i m
A n d get him
O f c o u r s e
Fo o l i s h l y
H e w o u l d
I n s i s t
S t a y i n g n e a r t h e b u s h
O h i f h e o n l y k n e w h e
W o u l d
N e v e r l e a v e h i s H O M E