Within You Within Me

Hunted Imagination

Folklore.
It has become a magical thing of historic fairy tales that have a one out of a million chance at being real. Yet, still a chance.

Magic is real. As are magical beings.
And Adam Letharne refused to believe otherwise.

"Lucinda Nocturne is a young witch that dwells in Rosemary Forest. She practices an old witchcraft of only herbs and healing. She's not the type to lay a hex or evil spell on a being. She's kind of a good witch, I guess," a lad, of merely 13 years of age, began to profess to a grungy band of other boys around his own age.
"She grew up in a perfect, harmonious community but she strayed from it, for everyone was just too full of love and nothing was ever wrong-"

A couple of the boys snickered and shook their heads as if their friend was a mental space cadet. It is the title Adam was known for. 'Airhead' were their exact words.

Adam lowered his head and quieted his spirit. They didn't listen anyway.

"Adam, stop making up stories. The girls won't even look at us if you're 'round. Plus, it makes no sense. Who wouldn't want to live in a world where nothing was wrong?"
James, a shaggy haired, charming red head slung his shoulder over his friend's shoulder as they left their spot on the grass, trailing up to their ominous school.

Adam Letharne, a mysterious boy full of ideas, imagination, and vivid dreams.
His dark appearance proved him as a troubled boy.

Black curly hair, dark eyes, light sky blue eyes, pale skin. Not a bad complexion, yet his eccentric imagination created him to become quite unapproachable in conversing.

Adam, tugged up the steps while connected to his friend's side, daydreaming about a young witch, Lucinda Nocturne.

Her hair was sleek, jet black and her eyes like lavender. Soft glowing, pale skin, and pink fresh lips.
Her complexion was full of life, however cold.
As if she was waiting, longing for something to warm her soul-

Slam!

Adam had looked up just in time to run into his history teacher, Ms. Arisonc.

"Oh?" Was a sudden yet calm reaction to Adam's silly embarrassment. Looking dead ahead from his position, he stared straight into the breasts of his history teacher. Her blouse nearly popping at the seams.

The brunette turned to find a dumbfounded, red faced Adam, still stumbling for words. Glancing from her bosom to her eyes, and then cast to the floor.

"I'm so, so sorry, ma'am. I wasn't paying attention." Adam jumbled as he quickly picked up a single pen that had rolled off her clipboard and stack of books.

"Thank you, Adam," She took the pen from his outstretched hand, running it quickly through her short length hair, "It's alright. Just maybe daydream after school. Wouldn't want those nasty werewolves to get you before class now would we?" She smiled sweetly.

Adam blushed. The terrifying nightmare he had right in the middle of class about werewolves and ghouls. He didn't know if he'd ever live that moment down, even though it had been almost two months since.

"Yes ma'am." He bowed his head and slipped past, quickly heading for his locker. The immediate image of his classroom daydreams only enflamed his cheeks.

Many believed Adam to be deluded and psychotic for believing in such beings with such passion, that and his constant heavy sexual urgings.
His imagination was his only true friend, and his imaginary friend.

"So Lucy is a hot chick you dreamt up... Is that who you jack off to 'cause you can't get none?" Laughed Ray, the middle school pill junkie, literally 12.
Nudging Adam a little harsher than play.