The summer sun rose high over Novus as Pan returned to a land that seemed familiar, and yet not. They would remember him though – the unique boy with a sprightly step, mischief in his eyes, and sunlight glinting from his green and silver scales. While he moved, he seemed to dance between distractions, digging in the sand, watching a colorful bird, and then humming a rather out-of-tune pirate song. His entrance was certainly not a quiet one, but then, Pan seldom worried about who he might be bothering. Instead, the boy simply minded his own business, picking his way across the border of the Dusk Court on some great adventure.
A well worn satchel is slung over the boy’s shoulders, jingling with every step as the tattered pieces of shell, sea glass, and rusted pieces of wire rubbed against each other. He carried his treasures as if they were the most precious items in the world, always seeking another cave or hidden place to store them. Also in his bag were a few of his trusted books – the one about a knight fighting a windmill, and a scroll from what seemed a lifetime ago, talking of a god he’d long forgotten in a place that was little more than a faraway mystery. He remembered the words, and how to read… but he could not remember who had taught him, or why, or what it all meant.
Instead of worrying, the boy simply found himself turning the pages, staring at the photos of the dashing knight and dreaming of the adventures he himself would take someday. What he had was never enough – he always wanted more… more exploration, more excitement, more friends.
With a sigh, the scaled boy found a thick patch of grass, settling among it and rolling with his stomach facing the sun… and this is how he would be found, dozing away in the afternoon sun, with fragmented dreams filling his head – of a girl, with flowers in her hair, of a magical dagger, of pirates and mermaids and crystal blue water. But these were all just fairy tales…
Or were they something more…?
