A/N: The intro is my first try at that type of writing, but the rest will be in normal, third person format. I assume. Well not all of it, but most.
Oh and, anything in italics are comments from out ‘storyteller’, okay? Well, anything between the first and last chapter’s.
There are some things that are spoken, but never heard. in this peticular case though, it is the exact opposite.
Somehow, without words, a young boys silent hopes for help were answered. Who is this young boy? You will find out, later, once our story begins. Who saved him? That will come later as well. From what was he saved? Now that I can tell you, my dear. Come, you have questions in need of answering, and I have burdens that need to be lightened.
The young boy, who until we begin we shall just call Bee, was saved from himself. Well, other’s as well, but mostly himself. Listen? Do you hear that? You do! Tell me what it sounds like. Ah, so you do hear what I’m talking about! Do you know what it is? No?! How could you not?! It is a child’s laughter of course! The laughter that is free and unbidden after years of hiding within the soul! Now you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?
Now tell me, is it the laughter of one child, or many? Listen closely, I have time to wait. … Many you say? Well then you are correct, either that or we’re both wrong, that is. That laughter comes from all who have been saved from themselves. You hear that loud, more booming laughter? I used to know the man who makes it now, when he was a boy. What about the near silent chuckles? Yes, the ones with a hint of smugness to them. I watched that one grow up.
I have a few questions to ask you before we begin though. Do you hear your own laughter? Is it soft and quite, like Bee’s? Or maybe loud and booming, like the mans. Laugh for me then. Let me hear if you have been saved from yourself.
Ah, I see. I don’t hear your laughter mixed amongst the other’s. I suppose we might find it along the way then, yes? Of course.
Well, I suppose your curious enough for a dozen cats by now, so lets see if we can relieve it before you get yourself killed. Of course, answers bring the dead cat back, but my answers are usually confusing and only lead to more curiosity, which gets the cat killed again! It’s a vicious cycle I tell you. A vicious cycle.
I suppose you’re getting bored on my rambling, anxious for the tale I promised to spin. Well let me warn you, it isn’t some fantasy about a noble prince who comes and slays a mighty dragon. Well, it is in a sense, but not the way you think of it. As a matter of fact, I’m not really sure how to describe this tale. I’ll figure it out by the time I get to the end though. Now it all started with the young boy…