----Intro----
If he looked at the lights in a certain way he could just
fool himself that it was all magic.
He liked the hill in the dark, living in a city with his
head firmly stuck in a world of fantasy; the night was what merged the two
together here on the hill. He liked to imagine the lights shining out to him
were really fairies lighting the world for everyone.
When he told his best friend about it she just laughed. She
had already given up dreaming. When it was no longer mandatory for her to read
like it was at school, she hadn’t bothered to pick up a book. All she seemed interested in was the newest
gossip in her glossy girl’s magazine.
That was his problem; he was getting further away from all
his friends. The older they got the more the magic seemed to drain from them,
it all seemed like a silly childhood dream. The problem was it hadn’t stopped
being reality for him yet.
He hadn’t bothered with college or university like them;
he’d started working for a bookstore. It wasn’t that he had no ambitions, but
what could be more magical then working with books?
He had been named after a character in his mothers favourite
book, the character was a hero just not the typical muscle headed hero. For
years he’d grown attached to that character. He had been raised with fantasy,
listening to his mother read to him everything from books set in different
lands to books set in space. It was the only thing his mother had done right.
He was a geek. His friends had grown up and left the world
of fantasy behind embracing this new “grown up” world of relationships, fashion
and meaningless celebrity gossip. He was left to himself to fashion a world of
fantasy in his dreams, worlds with mountains to scale, deserts to trek across,
monsters to fight against and maidens to be saved.
His name is Sam.
And he had no idea that all of his dreams were about to
become true.
Quite literally.
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