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(Chapter one)
DANTE
His backpack that he still now carried everywhere with him, contained only the smallest of what one may call valuable. But then again, he’d never considered himself to be very materialistic. His sigh was heavy as he looked down the shadowed road that lay before him. And even more he sighed when he saw happy people with children. He was an orphan, a homeless teen who never knew his parents let alone his whole family.

He often cursed himself . That was why the young teen never had the chance to ever grow up. He had found himself to actually survive on a cold and lonely street that today he still slept on. That is whenever he could. The paranoia that he had had several times over began to creep in through the cracks in his mind. Why was he so paranoid this night? With amazing speed he flung himself over the fence and growled slightly as the sound growling began and Wisp away into the soft breeze that was indeed friged. He took in a deep breath almost ready to begin to freak. He knew that something followed him, something made by a demonic force.

He looked almost crazy by the time he reached the park. What now stood before him was a field of unbloomed tulips. For several years he had herd that a maiden of the moon appeared and danced with her lost love at midnight on the first day of spring. Softly he walked forward still a tad bit paranoid and looked before him again. On the water a woman appeared and began to dance. The sight to the boy was breath taking and he continued to watch as if in a trance. She stops and looks in his direction. Smiling at him gently before holding her hand out to him. She stands and turns running away. His chance at happiness disappearing in a cloud of dust behind him. He turns again to find the woman gone.

That was his power. To make things out of nothing with the light inside of him. What ever it was that he desired would appear in front of him. And often they cocked their heads to one side and faded away into dust. He was crying without realizing it. And quickly he wiped away those tears. That apparition had offered him peace. But always he would refuse. After all what did people care about the one named Dante?

Those things that he was so paranoid about were gone now. As if they had just dissipated into nothingness. And as to why he was so paranoid? The fact that humans would treat him horribly if anyone saw. He knew this, and had known this since he had started out on this little adventure. And in truth he had created that woman. He sits and curls up into a small ball. As the wind washed over him in cold wisps. Soon he drifted away in slumber.