This is an attempt to write something whimsical. So here goes..... with any luck, and with some constructive feedback, I might just turn this into a longer story. So let's call this a Chapter 1.
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Once upon a time, there lived a boy in a white box.
...Not a small white box which would leave you cold and cramped for days, or weeks, not the kind that would disintegrate within a short time.
This white box was HUGE, made of a solid, impenetrable substance known to our parts as Invincibilium, and was as big as a house!
The boy who lived in this white box had windswept, greyish-blond hair, pale green eyes, pale skin, freckles about his hands and face, and a rather angelic countenance. You see, he didn't know anything about it -- but he was a Changeling, a being who could not only change his appearance, but also events around him. Some people called his kind 'Cauchemer,' because they had an affinity for the sea, and because they were able to erase dreams and memories -- and if need be, replace them with new ones. Many in the land believed his kind to be emissaries of Josué, the deity who was believed to reside within the world.
But this boy only cared about playing in the sand and the waves near where his home had landed. Every day, without fail, he would open his bedroom window to let in welcome sunshine, and then joyfully rush out to the beach, looking for coconuts, fish and whatever other provisions he could find. He took little each time, never more than he needed, and was contented each time. He knew not where he fit in the grand scale of things, and in fact, these did not quite matter to him -- he knew of no one who was like him. When he saw other men, women or children, he would wave at them and give them a smile and walk away. He was happy with living his simple life, with no obligations to fulfil.
However, one night, as the crickets were chirping away and the boy was fast asleep, another young boy decided to steal away from his house, walk up to the beach and investigate the mysterious white box. This young boy had brown hair, blue eyes and a slighly tanned complexion from going under the sun a lot. He had a distinguished stance about him. His name was Maro. Wearing only a pair of blue silk pyjamas and a torchlight on his head, Maro approached the white box, thinking there to be some sort of dreadful monster inside who wished not to be awoken from his slumber.
Maro crept up to the box and gave it a tap. No response.
He gave it another three taps. This time all he heard was a loud snoring, coming from within the box. "Shhhhh-- there's a monster inside," he muttered to himself. He flicked the switch on his torchlight, and then he rammed and pounded and kicked upon the box with all his might!
All of a sudden, Maro was greeted with an opening window and two beady green eyes staring into his eyes. He screamed in terror.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGH--"
"Shhhhhhh." The other boy came up and covered his mouth to stop him from screaming.
Maro was dumbfounded. He took a look and all he could see was a blond-haired child with white pyjamas!
"I-- I'm sorry, I thought you were some kind of monster!" Maro bent his head and apologised.
"What do you mean, monster?" replied the blond-haired child.
"You know, these big scary fuzzy things that go ROAR! in the dark..."
Maro cupped his hands to his mouth to let out the best roar he possibly could, and tried to make himself look big by walking slowly and putting his arms out to his side. Thr blond-haired child only rolled about on the sand, laughing at Maro's antics.
Pleased to see that the other boy was amused, Maro extended a hand to him and asked him, "Hey listen, do you want to be my friend?"
The other boy turned his head in confusion and scratched it. "What's a friend?" he asked.
"I don't quite know how to explain it," replied Maro. "But a friend is someone whom you can talk to and be with, all the time, and who will always be there for you."
The other boy's eyes lit up. In his relatively secluded life he had not made any friends before. He wanted Maro to show him how to make friends, but he had not the words to say so.
"Come on, and I'll show you what a friend is," said Maro, tugging him along. The two ran down the moonlit beach together with no one to make them do anything. Their laughs punctuated the otherwise still night.