HAVEN

1. Childhood.

Copyright © 2016 by Damien
Wyatt Leblanc
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This book is mainly from the character Willow's point of view, but will be switched to Maven at some points.

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It was the early 70's when I met Maven, I was this short curly haired dirty blonde who always counted the stars instead of her fingers when doing a math question. I was the girl who played with pirates and wondered what the rest of the world looked like.

I grew up in a small house in Boston  that was slightly in the middle of no where. I had a pretty good life, my parents were wealthy and we never had much of a struggle. Lately, we have been traveling a lot, and it only started when I was 5. I didn't quite understand why.

One day, I pretended I was an airplane on a hot sunny day through the park while mom and dad talked about family plans on the bench.

And that was when I met Maven, he was this small boy with long shaggy brown hair and bangs that almost hid away the mystery in his eyes that told spontaneous stories. He was climbing a very tall tree, wearing a stripped shirt, and shorts that almost looked like they were about to fall off from hugging his tiny waist. I use to wonder why he was standing on a tree branch, looking around the place, and pointing at the sky.

He shouted "Aye aye captain!" And "Don't you believe in fairies?" Boy, did I ever think this boy was the strangest one yet, and oddly insane. Where did I get the idea that he was insane, well, when he started jumping on the tree branch so close to falling, while screaming "I do believe I can fly."

That's when I decided to question the boy so I could get some honest answers, I was only 6 years old, and I knew that this wasn't normal for kid. It was the first time I ever saw something like this. "Hey you!" I yelled at the boy, who slowly turned to look at me instead of facing the park.

"I don't talk to girls." He stuck out his tongue.

"Well I don't talk to weirdos but I am so, can't you change it up a little pal." I said with my little arms crossed, and my cheeks in a huff.

and then he smiled.

As he jumped down, he stepped closer, and smiled "I'm Maven." He said proudly, holding out his tiny hand.

"Well I'm Willow, and I'm 6 years old." I placed my hand into his and he shook it ever so tightly, making me want to burst out on his strong grip. "Are you from around here?" I decided to ask, my eyes squinting at the mysterious boy.

"I'm from... Everywhere."

Everywhere? What is that suppose to mean, but before I could say anything, his mom came over with a stressful smile, and grabbed his hand. While he was pulled away from me, I wondered if I was ever going to see that very strange boy again. He was rather eye catching, and unique. A mystery.

Now, I would've thought that would of been the last time I saw Maven, but it wasn't. He was standing by the dock near my house with a wooden sword, and a pirate hat one sunny afternoon. "Pirates." I said with a huge smile. Pirates were something I especially adored, so I couldn't help my little legs from taking me over to the boy.