Madness That Dances Under the Moon
A strange man pestered a young boy, “You look bored, do you wish to hear of the time when gods would walk upon the mortal plane? The story of Madness that Dances Under the Moon?”
“Uh? No? Ah wait please!! Don’t leave!! Just a bit of your time!!!” The man pleaded.
“I’m not giving you money.” The boy said. “No, no! It’s fine I don’t need money! Just listen to my story!” The man said, frantically trying to convince the boy.
“What the hell? Ask someone else.” The boy looked at the man warily. “And let me tell you this, if you try to kidnap me, I’m very sick in the head, so I might just go crazy.”
“I’m not going to kidnap you! Really, I just want you to listen to me!” The man said.
“Ok, maybe I believe you, but why me of all people?!” The boy asked, flabbergasted at the man’s conviction in making him stay.
“Well, Erm. I can see it in you!! Your aura and personality! Your looks!! It has to be you!” The man explained. The boy looked at the the crazy man.
Who would be insane enough to follow a random crazy?
‘I am.’ The boy thought.
Valdevitch · Fantasy
