The Story

In a time quite recent, and a land we all know but have never seen, there lived a village of kids. Yes kids, not and adult for miles around. I understand, it is a bit far fetched, but imagine it. A world with no rules to live by, a place where your always excepted right? Wrong. Life's hard as a kid. We all know that, but very few get the chance to try it as a social outcast. I know what you're thinking, there's a lot of social outcasts, and they fare well enough.

The world's people are not yet ready for magic. They don't understand it. People lack the individuality that once flared in their lives. It's sad. When at last the world found out about it, there was much discussion about what to do. Some wanted to study them. Some wanted to avoid them. Some wanted to kill them all off, and some just wanted to let them be.

The world is new, but magic is old. Much older then is possible for our small minds to understand. Magic is a good thing that has fallen away from the path. It was created for the purpose of making the world better. For helping those in need, and for pulling us out of the dull and into the possibilities. Now there is evil in the world. Of course, not all those who wield magic are bad. No, no, no. Many try to bring back the old ways, but sometimes it seems like there is no hope. I suppose we can't blame them for being evil. Most have been provoked. It's amazing how cruel humanity can be, to abandon, or beat a child for being different. For being special. For something beyond their control, but sadly this is often the case. That's how most of them ended up here by the way, abuse. They were looking for a place they could be excepted, and they found one, but the problem remains. Good or Evil?

I can't tell you what to choose, hell I can't even tell you to stay here, but I can tell you that something needs to be done. This can't go on forever. The world has to tilt one way or the other, and magic will one day rule over all, but that's not for a long time so I wouldn't worry about it.

That said the choice is your's. You can leave my house and never come back, or you can seize the chance and take life as it is. Don't look at me like that. I can see the magic in you. Of course you don't have to believe me, but it's there, no use deigning it. All are welcome here, and there’s no place you'll fit in more so come back any time you like or stay a while you're always welcome here. It's okay, I won't judge you. Only you can do that.

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If you are a dreamer,

Come in.

If you dreamer, a wisher, a liar,

A hoper, a prayer, a magic bean buyer.

If you are a pretender come sit by my fire.

For we have some flax golden tales to spin.

Come in, Come in.

~Shel Silverstein