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Reply HELP for help and STOP to cancel. Return to the new mobile-friendly Literotica story page with font customization! Once upon a time in the land of the Madagascar Islands there lived a magical boy. It was all a matter of perspective. Abasi sat in front of the rain-swept window looking at his backyard and sighed. The grey sky was an omen and told him that his curse would be returning to him that day. Well, that and the pot of goat, coconut milk, and curry on the stove. His mother prepared for the arrival with stews and sweats while he sat and lamented his fate.

His grandfather taught him the secret truths. Amongst them was that there was always a balance. Like a nut that he had to crack, Abasi spent much of his six years thinking and rethinking and thinking again about his curse. He finally found peace in the realization that it was what allowed him his magic. To have one, he had to have the other. Always able to see what others couldn’t, Abasi’s grandfather had marked him as his successor and doled out his lessons slowly and carefully. The old man guarded the island’s dreams.

He protected the people and guided them when necessary. He’d recently started bringing his grandson into the dreamworld with him, for one day Abasi would be the protector. So, the boy sat and stared, resigned to his fate. Hearing his father striding across the wooden floor, Abasi remained looking out the window. He could smell his aftershave and knew he looked neat and tidy, crisp and clean. He looked to his father, his ally, his hero, and admired the sharp crease of his brown uniform. Abasi’s father was a policeman and was respected by all. Father, may I go to the treehouse?

Yes, you can go to your treehouse. There is a first time for everything. Don’t tarry, your sisters will be here for dinner. The youngest of five children, Abasi had four older sisters, each of whom would yell at him when he was too close and hunt him down when he was too far. They would bark orders like they were his mother and force him to wear girls’ shoes. Questions would be asked and answers ignored and they were always, always, always the boss.

And today they came, all four of them, determined to have their vengeance for unknown slights. He’d be subjected to hugs and kisses and more hugs when all he wanted was to escape. Grabbing the umbrella, he ran from the backdoor only to turn back. His mother awaited him, towel and rain slicker in hand. He had two places of refuge from his curse. One was in his mind, where he repeated his mantra.

You’re not the boss of me. The other was the treehouse he built with his father and grandfather. An excellent helper, he handed them tools, offered advice, and got them water. It was majestic, a veritable fortress that rose a towering six feet in the air. Most importantly, it was his and no girls were allowed. Abasi effortlessly climbed until he could poke his head in.

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He saw his comic books, his football, a map of his island, and three men, the same height as Abasi. They wore old-timey clothes like the people in the Robin Hood movie and seemed offended. The one on the left turned to the one in the middle. The one on the right turned to the middle. Then the child shall be Befuddled and leave us to our peace. Abasi stayed where he was, hands holding onto the ladder, eyes wide.

Middle turned both left and right. I think he can see us! Um, what are you doing in my treehouse? You see, there is someone chasing after us, and it’s not well wishes he’d like to extend. Abasi looked at each of them and then back to Mr. This is how you start negotiations?

We’re from Eiru, far from here. Now, what would it take for you to let us stay here for fourteen days? Middle stared at Abasi before answering. Is this a bargaining trick someone taught you? He’s an American and, like you, he can see through the wards and ignore a basic Befuddlement. But, why is he chasing you? Left’s eye narrowed as he interrupted. No one said anything about a treasure.

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Middle threw it to the ground and stomped on it. Tilting his head, he squinted one eye and looked angrily at the boy. Oh, you’re a right clever one, aren’t you? Tripping us up so we admit we’re not impoverished. Alright, we have a wee bit of the coin to spend. What have we been discussing this whole time? Yes, lad, in this comfortable home of yours you’ve built in the embrace of this tree.

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Abasi thought of the rain, the cold, and the two spare rooms now that his sisters had moved out. They had plenty of space in the house. Middle’s eyes narrowed, and he stroked his beard. Alright, I’ll offer you three slivers of light from the first full moon of the month. He whispered to his colleagues, and they had a fierce but quiet discussion. You push your position, but you are in the right. We’re not happy about it, but we shall offer you the moonbeams, an entry into Dream twice before you die, and you can call upon us or our kind three times for aid. He was sure his mother wouldn’t mind, and his father always helped people who needed it.

Uh, I can enter Dream by myself. Middle staggered back, then picked up his hat and firmly placed it on his head. No, my grandfather takes me, but I can go without help now. It would explain how he sees us. It would explain how he hears us. Drop the dreams and instead, we shall offer a Foretelling. Middle pointed towards the benches surrounding the firepit.

The same height as Abasi. And four cans of Coke in one of the pillowcases, it was his and no girls were allowed. He wouldn’t lie about the three strange men; we’ve something to discuss with you. These fellas get on a ship and hightail it with their treasure. It was majestic, the other was the treehouse he built with his father and grandfather.

Oh, come now, as if that wasn’t a perfect image of Stonehenge and you’re home here surrounded by running water warding against Those That Walk? Would you have us believe that was an accident, boyo? But if you really want to stay here, I guess you can. Abasi looked from him to the others, shrugged, spit in his own palm, and shook hands with the Courtier of Sidhe. There should be some left, but my sisters might take some home. Do you happen to have any mead? I think we have a few cans.

Something told Abasi that he should be discreet. He wouldn’t lie about the three strange men, but he wouldn’t volunteer any information to his family. It was his treehouse, after all. Going upstairs, he retrieved blankets, pillows, and gloves. Throwing two bags of banana beignets, two oranges, and four cans of Coke in one of the pillowcases, he lugged his loot out to the treehouse. His guests were both appreciative and impressed. If you have a dram of the hard stuff and maybe a bit of cake, we’d be obliged, but this is truly a treat. I have to go or Mom’s going to get angry. Abasi spent the next few days visiting with his guests.

Their accents and mannerisms amused him but were an annoyance to his sisters when he mimicked their speech. In his defense, he was sure they would be annoyed regardless of what he said or did. Abasi, come inside and put on your shoes! He didn’t mind accompanying his mother to the market. The walk wasn’t far and he was guaranteed some honey donuts if he minded his manners. Abasi was absolutely sure that his mother didn’t know that some of the older men and women would slip him sweets, pat his head and praise his grandfather. He’d slip his treasures in his pockets and enjoy them secretly, away from the watchful eyes of adults.

Mother declined the rides from the men pulling carts with their bicycles. As the old people mentioned his grandfather to him, the bicycle-men mentioned his father to her. Abasi knew his father was an important man, and it was nice that everyone else knew as well. He kept between his mother and the buildings as they walked, hoping that if his sisters were out and about they wouldn’t notice him. He was his own person, not their toy or servant. Arriving at the market, they were slow and methodical as Mother at least looked at the wares of each merchant and exchanged pleasantries. As he reached up to touch one of the hundreds and hundreds of eggs arrayed on the counter, she lightly smacked his hand. Yes, he realized, that could have been a disaster. Abasi imagined touching one and them all tumbling to the ground, splattering everywhere and him up to his knees in eggs, hand still outstretched.

Ever so careful and patient, he waited until they were next to the lady who made the fritters. Stopping, he looked up at his mother, eyes wide and pleading. She was stern of face until she could no longer keep up the facade. Smiling, she reached down and cupped the side of his head. He took his donuts to one of the bench tables where people ate their lunches and watched the vendors and shoppers as he ate. As his mother spoke to the lady who sold fish, a tall smiley American sat down across from him, offering a loud «Hi!

Who else would just sit down uninvited and be so big and loud? Abasi was just surprised he didn’t have a «howdy» exploding past his lips. Well, good to meet you, Abasi. You’re a special young man, aren’t you? Yup, you needed a well, you looked up grandpa. He’d find fields where nobody else would.