This is a story from many years ago, about a strange boy.
The year it happened, the boy was six. His father was a town guard, and his mother worked at a clinic. He also had a best friend who had been with him since early childhood; the two were always inseparable.
But the boy was different. He was strange. In the dead of night, he would faintly see hazy apparitions and hear mysterious, dizzying sounds.
The boy was convinced these were the voices and temptations of Wizards and Witches. He told others what he thought, but they always laughed at him and denied it. Many people thought he was a compulsive liar, making up stories just to get attention.
They isolated the boy, calling him 'the weirdo'.
