The Weavers of Illusions

Chapter 1

Max climbed the stairs to his room, ready to welcome sleep. He smiled as he remembered the events from his birthday. Max had been coming home from his bus stop. When he got to the front door he opened it, and was met with an explosion of colors from a confetti cannon. All of Max's relatives were there, and they played games, ate cake, and played soccer, which was Max's favorite sport. Once Max got up to his room he looked at his disheveled face in the mirror. He had dark brown skin, amber brown eyes, midnight black hair, and strong legs from playing soccer.Max smiled at his simple room in his house, in Chicago, Illinois.

I walked through a forest, trying to find my bearings. There was no sunlight as far as I could see. The trees seemed dark and imposing in this dark place. "Where am I?" I wondered aloud.

"Why you're in the Dark Forests of course!" cackled a voice. I whirled around and got ready to punch whatever was behind me. Instead of finding a cackling witch as I'd been expecting I found instead a beautiful young lady who wore a veil covering most of her face. She looks at me with a quizzical look on her face. "Are you lost," The lady says, a motherly sound in her voice. I couldn't help but watch as she started moving her hands. They moved as though they were working a loom. I found myself moving my head with her hands. "Let me help you find your way out," the lady starts walking in the other direction. I groggily nod my head and start to follow her. There is a voice in my head screaming at me to run in the other direction, but I ignore it and continue to follow the lady.

The lady arrives at a cottage and speaks something unrecognizable, causing the door to swing open. She beckons for me to follow her in, and I do so without questioning her. The lady points to a chair,"Sit," she commands. I once again listen without questioning her. Once I sat, the lady started weaving a multi colored cloth in a simple loom. The second she started working on the loom, I felt as though i'd been freed. I tried to get out of the chair i was sitting in, but I found myself strapped to the chair by the same multi colored cloth the lady was weaving.

"Let me out!" I shouted at the lady.

"Hmmm," the lady turned to look at him, with unseeing white eyes." Why should I, honey, your the one who walked in here," the lady said all, all trace of the motherly voice gone. I was speechless. I couldn't believe the lady had tricked me." Ah, finished," the lady held up a large piece of the multi colored cloth. The fabric seemed to distort the world around it."Only the best prison for you," the lady, I now resolved to call a witch,said. The witch wrapped the cloth around me. After she had finished only my face remained uncovered by the mysterious cloth. As I looked down at the cloth I suddenly felt nauseated, the cloth made me feel as if I was only a floating head. The witch started working on another cloth, this one was a combination of gold, silver and bronze.

"Who are you?" I croaked, finally recovering from the shock of the disorienting effect of the cloth.

"Why should I tell you that?" the witch replied, with a wild smile on her face. The witch then held up the silvery gold cloth she had been working on."Almost done," the witch giggled giddily.

"What are you going to do to me?" I whispered shakily. The witch looked at me and smiled, a crooked evil smile. She took the cloth and wrapped half of it around the back of my head. the witch then stitched the 2 cloths together, seeming to purposely cut a little into my head.

"Now the final parts," the witch said. She started to wrap the rest of the cloth around his head. The witch took her time gradually getting to the center of his head. She took 2 steps to stick the cloth to his head. First the witch took some of the cloth and pinned it to his head with her hand. Then the witch stitched the silver cloth to the multi colored cloth. Eventually she made her way to the last little segment.