Lost boys - Story.#2

Lost boys - Story.

Riding the spirit horses of the land like they had been taught, like natives from the americas but then in the old country, yes, its Yumanopolis.  The modern world did not really stress or impress them, half spirit, half of the world, pressumably even happy but who was able to see that, only their teachers. their parents, their friends would see something else, normal boys making a life, studying, socialize as everybody else does but………………

Dark shadows on the horizon, darkness came from yonder horizon, dreams burned by dark magick and sinister thoughts, wants and deeds. Seeping in to these carefree lives, boys full of life getting heavy and darker as the dark ones came and overtook them and all they new. The teachers seem to fade and the darkness tried to seduce them, took years to seduce them but………….thankfully failed in their attempts. 

The darkness came from within our own ranks, individuals of nihillistic mind and human hungers that thought to steal all the knowledge and imagined riches for themselves and usurp worldly powers in the process. 

A fifty year war in the shadows of the real world, rolling between dark and the light for unimaginable powers of our family.  No bad or sick trick was held back to destroy the boys, now the lsot boys, all had given up on the dream, THE DREAM, so everybody thought.

Best laid plans, older than the boys themselves, older than the family memebers they ran with kept working. Doors opened to dimensions untold unspoken of, humans did not know, did not want to know, there is a certain power beyond humanness.  Its name, even i don’t know its real name, although i am in the middle of this stry, part of it, a prime memeber of thsoe that defeated the dark ones that came to take over over family and everything we stood for. The Craft might be a name for it.  

The boys split up, each of us chose a different path to stay sane and busy as if we knew something big came, we were just waiting for the right time and moment, an opening of the right space/time to make our final move.

We accepted the feraks foisted upon us, worked with them, lived with them, kept learning the craft as it came in to our lives and grew stronger in secret. Each playing our part as we were the 47 ronin waiting for the right moment to strike and win the day. It didn’t really come, it was worse or even better. One of us was the chosen one,one chosen by the elders way back when in time, one perfectly suited to win the day with powers none of us dreamed off, could dream off.  

And so it happened that we suddenly were aided by sourcerors from the past and present against our dark enemy and the ONE, he drew all the fire towards him, giving the others the time and room to breathe. Exposed himself to the world and the dark ones that were waiting to take and usurp all that pur family was and could be but then only for their own enrichment and glory. 

The ONE, he fought with all the mahick he could muster as if the fate of the human world depended on it, his body in tethers/tathers, a computergame like king of the hill battle for the knowledge and power of our family fought at many fronts at the same time and…………through time and space taking years before all the enemies were beaten and all their powers taken from them. The lost boys were no more, they were men and they had defeated the enemy because of the sacrifice of the ONE. You think the ONE died, no, he lives, like you and i, you think he is crazy because of all he saw and did, no, he is just like you and me only………………….stronger than any sourcror who ever lived. That is the price paid for this war of attrition. The powers of lights as the ONE said had to win or everything would be lost……………….that is the really scary thing about it, everything that is the world of humans……………….imagine what happens to the human world when sourcerors of darkness live out their sins in the world at the expense of humans, people they look down upon……………imagine that, think about that. Like giving the Nazis unlimited power to rule the world and all that what could follow.

That is what we did, still are doing, cleaning the world of all the dark magick that spilled because of the war that raged in seceret in and under the human world and nobody knows about it, nobody wants to know, not really, it is too scary to think about, for some anyway. But for us, the socalled lost boys, we dusted ourseleves of and started to build, find our teachers again, help them, repair and dust them off and rebuild our world because it is beautifull and enriches the world, it helps the humans to be better. But that is maybe another story, for another time. 

Who am i to tell you this story, i am nobody, just soemone who was there and new what to do when nobody else knew and……….i don’t like to give up, never give up, never surrender, even when the possibility of death was on the table.