Chapter 1: Chapter 1
My name is Sam. When I was 6 years old my mother would take me out in to the fields at the back of our house, to catch fireflies. It was often in the dark, sometimes very late, sometimes you could catch them very early in the morning, sometimes it was whenever we couldn't sleep. If it was raining, they would not appear. Even if you don't see fireflies after the sun rises, they'll still be lurking amid the tall grasses. The fireflies would shine their light in a silent rhythmical pattern, almost as if they were dancing in the moonlight to an unheard symphony. Mother use to tell me that the moon was special, perhaps even mystical; because the moon could imbue the fireflies with magic, I often would ask her how the moon could grant such magic, and then she'd say ' only the fireflies know. if you so happen to find the right one, it too would grant you a wish. "
I use to wonder if the moon could make me magic too someday. Or maybe i could catch a firefly. Sometimes I'd dream that the moon would grant me powers, or sometimes in my dreams, I'd fly to the moon as a firefly, lighting up the way for those lost. Maybe if I could just catch the right firefly, I could wish to be magic too.I never did catch a firefly, and as time went on, we stopped eventually going to the fields together to catch them, and I stopped believing. I stopped wanting to be magic.
Me and mother were not as close as we once were, we would get in to argument after argument, and sometimes I'd sit in my room and cry, and I knew that sometimes mother would cry too. At 12 years old, I longed for a father figure. Everyone at school would brag about their fathers work or what cars they had, and i would Just keep quiet, and to myself. Mother and I had been alone all this time and I had no idea who my father was. That's what we would argue about. All the time.
Sometimes I dreamt that there was a knock on the door, every year at midnight, on my birthday; with mother still sound asleep, i would always go and check to see who was there, only to be met with nothing at the door. And then I wake. It's always the same dream, over and over again. I don't really understand what it means. Maybe if it has a meaning at all.
When I couldn't sleep I'd take a walk in to the fields, and take in the beauty of the fireflies dancing in the moonlight. Sometimes I'd lay atop the grass, looking up at the universe and wonder. I'd wonder if we were alone, or if the moon really was magic; or a myth and sometimes I'd fall asleep under the night sky in the fields , and in the morning, mother would find me, with a worried expression on her aging face. She hated it when I fell asleep in the fields. " for gods sake Sam, who knows what's out there, bobcats for all we know!" Mother snapped at me. " yes, mother, I know" Id say , rolling my eyes as we walked back to the house. She droned on" I don't want to come find you dead, eaten by a bobcat, Sam, or, or a bear, or by something much worse!" She'd say frantically. " I know mother" I groaned, through gritted teeth. I couldn't imagine what would be worse than a bear. I knew she cared for me, but sometimes I felt like she was overbearing, I felt like I couldn't breathe around her. Regardless of what she said, I would not stop going in to the fields by our house. I really wanted to believe that magic exists, but when life seems so unfair, it's hard to keep believing. I'd find myself believing it less each day.
The kids at school teased me, because I was quiet. I was odd , or perhaps strange to them. They didn't really understand me. They teased me about not having a father and Sometimes they'd tease me about believing in magic too. My nickname in school was firefly dweeb. Or FD for short. Mother would say they just didn't know me, but they did, they just didn't care. She didn't understand how lonely I really felt , or how lost i felt at times. I tried to talk to mother sometimes about it, but her head was always far away, up in the clouds.
Mother and I began arguing again. She wants me to stop going to the fields at night, to stop falling asleep outside amongst the night sky and the fireflies. " why? Why do you do this to me mother?" I bellow at her, tears rolling down my face. "Sam you don't understand" I felt my my anger slowly rising." what don't I understand "
Mother sighs. She looks at me with a sad face " I know how you feel about those fields, i love those fields too, I know they were out special place, but they're not as safe as it once was" I look at her slightly confused. " You're right, I don't understand, I feel like you're hiding something from me, I've never seen anything unsafe or dangerous here!" I slammed my door, annoyed. Because of her, I didn't have a father, and now my only escape, the only thing I believed in I couldn't have either. I began to wonder. And it swirled in my mind, what could she possibly be hiding from me, what was it about the fields that I didn't know?
The wild wind outside rattled my half open window, making my curtains flap hard against the windows. Specks of rain made their way in to my room, Soaking the plaid blue curtains and the window sill. mother was continuing to bang on my hardwood door. " Sam, Sam! Unlock your door now!.."Ugh I..I wish mother would just disappear already! " I decided I would go out, in to the fields and find out myself. I grabbed my satchel from a hook on my door. Opening the flap a white light eliminates my room. The sound of mother faded in to the distance.
I awoke to raindrops sliding from leafs hitting my eyelids. As I rubbed my eyes dry, I lay looking up to a canopy of trees, a blue light shone so beautifully as if the heavens were opening. As I sit up, I see a lone rock and at the centre, a sword stood. I look around to make sure no one else was around, before I carefully make my way to the sword. I reach out my hand, as I walk toward the rock, and as I get there, I grip the sword and trace its dazzling gold grip. A low grumbling emerges, as the ground begins to shake. I look around. Had I caused this? The sword began to a glow a brilliant blue, so sharp, it hurt my eyes. " w..what in the world..?' I whispered as jolts of electricity ran through my arm
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