The Time Had Come...They are all around us but he never knew. Can the boy
be the one that they have been searching for? Lurking their hidden in the veil
of darkness she waits for him, for the one who can change her and the others
circumstance with his youthful innocence. Phineas Willerbee a curious boy who's
always on the hunt for new adventures and fun. Can a fairytale dream of a
childish story become his new world adventure?
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Chapter 1
New York, 1880
Phineas Willerbee, a mere boy,
mature beyond his years just at the curious age of 13. Known for his unruly mop
of red hair that bounced when he walked, and a rather large nose that was
positioned off center from his face and freckles that seemed painted over his
nose and cheeks. He was best known for his penchant to talk. Yes, everyone knew
Phineas or Finn, whichever you preferred, a nickname that stuck with him doing
one of his times fishing down by the creek, it was on that particular day
Phineas caught an enormous fish with big eyes and Fins that was orange. You
could say that this was an odd fish amongst a creek full of catfish.
Ever since that day Phineas was
known as Finn, an unusual boy who was definitely not like everyone else.
Spotting him was easy, you could usually find him wearing his favorite striped
hat with black breeches and his worn suspenders with brown boots covered in
yesterday’s dirt. Yes, from a distance you could spot him a mile away, walking
aimlessly with a curiosity of wonder, amazed at whatever he was looking at and
his habit for humming when he was happy.
He was the type of boy that
questioned everything and not believing in anything unless he could see or touch
it. A talker for sure, once he got started then he wouldn’t shut up, for hours
on end, talking about things that didn’t really matter, just to watch him talk
was pure excitement for the beholder, he was one of those talkers who needed to
act out what he was saying, using whatever objects that was around him to
demonstrate his sightings. Most of the time his hands would fly around his head
like limbs from a tree that was disturbed by too much wind, he would describe
how something are another happened, and why it did and what he thought about the
whole thing. He unknowingly discourage most people away, because a friendly
hello to Finn would turn into a long drawn out day of storytelling. If a
passerby saw him coming they would hold their head down pretending not to notice
him, hoping that he was in one of his rare moods of being all talked out and
that would give them the break of hurriedly walking by before he had a chance to
open his mouth.
Like I said a kid with red hair
and freckles and who loved to talk if the mood struck him, and most of the time
he was in the mood.
Phineas life consisted of daily
chores on the farm where he lived with his mother and father and two brothers.
Farming was a way of life for his family, his father was fourth generation of
poultry farmers with chickens by the dozen. From the time Phineas got home from
school he would do his daily chores of feeding the chickens and picking eggs
from their many coops that occupied their land. Phineas was not along in his
daily chores, he had two older brothers, who were a constant aggravation to him.
They had a habit of making fun of his nose and his nonstop chatter. Everyone
knew when their mayhem began, you could find them hooting and hollering, rolling
around on the ground holding their stomachs in fits of laughter, making Phineas
so mad that he would stomp off, red faced and lips tightly pressed together. Not
saying that Phineas didn’t like his brothers they just didn’t understand him and
why he had to talk about everything all the time. To find relief from their
snide remarks Phineas would spend his free time at his Grandma Aubergine’s
house, a nice soft spoken woman who loved Phineas as much as she loved being
outdoors tending to her flower garden.
It was Friday, just after
school and Phineas was hard at work doing one of his many chores. Today all he
could think about was finishing up and going swimming, especially on a day like
today, the sun was beaming brightly and the idea of a cool dip in his favorite
creek would be the perfect ending to a boring day.
Just about done for today, with
basket in hand Phineas was in back of the house stooping over picking the last
of the eggs while trying to corral the last of the chickens into the chicken
coop, with little luck. Phineas wondered if the water was as cold at the creek
as he remembered and if any of his friends were already there, so he hurried to
finish before his father found anymore chores to keep him away from the banks of
the cool creek. Lost in thought Phineas heard a screeching sound of someone
screaming, dropping the basket of eggs he ran around on the side of the house
being careful not to be discovered Phineas peeped through the bushes and saw Ol’
Doc Mulberry standing on the porch with his mother and father. Doc Mulberry, the
only doctor in town, and he made sure everyone knew it, with his nickel and
diming everyone for his overpriced services.
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