THE LOST BOYS:
In the solitude and slavery of my childhood, I believed that stories were mere idealistic fantasies that held no possibility, as they reeked of the pathetic desire of human fallibility. Some echoed knowledge of the past, others were fantasies of the mind, and only one told the fundamental truth of life. That the blood of the coven was thicker than the water of the womb. While I disgraced the fantasies, I lived each day experiencing that truth of life. The truth that some never experienced, but the one I couldn't escape.
Fifteen moons after my birth, I began to live in Hell on Earth. My creators rid me of their lives, my kin believed me freakish, and my companions only saw me as expendable. I fell victim to my own frailty, succumbing to the pathetic desire to be loved. To be cared for. Only for hellish creatures to carve me into their perfect pawn, to beat me into being their willing slave, manipulate me to commit their crimes, and ultimately teach me that I should envy the corpses that lay beneath the Earth.
Eighty-one moons in Hell would pass before my escape would succeed, no mortal cage could compare to the Hell I was imprisoned in, nor could it hold the madness sowed in me. The madness in me would soon consume me, and the only way I could extinguish it was to fall. Fall into an icy river, rushing and roaring to rid itself of my impure body.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in Hell and surely not Heaven. I had found myself in a neverland; a home for lost boys. A refuge for runaways, outcasts, and damaged children whose newfound family-found in one another-would shape them to be ruthless and invulnerable warriors.
I am Hadrian Nero Black, and I am a lost boy.
