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A Friend for Joseph (youngsters:fantasy, 6804 words)
Author: LorenAdded: Nov 18 2006Views/Reads: 9605/1630Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Joseph horribly witnessed his parents taken from him when he was very young. His childhood seems nearly lost forever, until his uncle David pairs him up with a special creature with a wondrous ability to heal...
 



To the suffering child, who's has seen the deep darkness. The one who
feels robbed of all joy and hope and happiness, and who feels he or she 
can never be a child again... 

Don't be afraid. Their truly are good forces working in this world who
would love nothing more than to give you back your childhood and all 
that is precious to you. I've seen them, heard them, felt them and 
spoken with them... All my love... 

A Friend for Joseph 

Story One, in The Sacred Raphamue 

Joseph was an only child who lived with his mother and father in a small
house in the city of Jett. Not many people lived in Jett, despite its 
huge size and elegant fanciness. It was quiet and lonesome much of the 
time. There were many train tracks crossing over bridges and through 
dark tunnels and over rivers, and there were also numerous industrial 
sites, most of which had been long shut down. There were lampposts as 
tall as redwoods that shone a soft orange hue upon the ground, and 
ornately modeled street lights and handrails running along the paved 
walkways. Nearly everything in the city was a dark, polished 
ebony-indigo color, which Joseph had always been very fond of. Jett was 
also quite the ideal place for lovers, being quiet and romantically 
themed, and was an especially beautiful place when it lay under a 
glistening starry sky and full moon. 

Joseph spent nearly all his company with his parents. He very rarely saw
anyone else in the city, and never anyone his own age, although he 
could be quite bold and outgoing. One night, when he was just four, on 
a walk with his parents, he had strode up to two men who were reading 
the paper and talking about what they read—as they supposedly liked to 
do—and said hello. To his delight they greeted him quite jovially. 

Joseph saw very few policemen in Jett, though he never imagined why.
There was almost never any trouble. The only violence he knew was in 
the fairy-tale books that his father often read to him. But life as 
Joseph knew it was short-lived... 

One starry evening, there came a knock at the door. Three, slow, hard
knocks, of a kind that gave Joseph a strange feeling of reluctance. 
Unaware of what would come, Joseph stood up to answer the door, as a 
child his age should have not. He turned the knob and looked up at who 
was at the doorway. 

A strange, very tall man looked down on him. He was dressed in shiny,
black clothes with a collar that covered his whole neck, and sunglasses 
that shielded much of his face. He had his hands in his pockets and he 
wore a deep cold frown. Two other men—as Joseph later noticed—were with 
him, dressed just like him. 

The man just stared at Joseph for a while through his dark shades, and
then said simply, “Are your parents, home?” His voice was rather quiet, 
yet at the same time it seemed to boom. Joseph, still a toddler at 
four, just looked up at him. Then behind him his mother walked out of 
the hall and faced the doorway, asking who it was. But when she saw the 
man she froze and breathed quite shallowly. She turned as pale as the 
plastered ceiling. 

“Misses Aker,” asked the man, “is your husband home?” the man asked. 

Joseph's mother said nothing, and looked like she was struggling for
words. The man waited for her reply, standing where he was in dark like 
a statue, and when she said nothing he pulled a box out of pocket and 
lit a cigarette. “Where is your husband, Misses Aker?” he asked. 

The woman again, just barely breathed. Her eyes were wide in a strange,
utter terror. 

She looked down at Joseph, who was now looking up at her. Joseph smelled
the cigarette smoke and backed away from the door into the living room. 
His mother kept glancing at him, as Joseph had never seen her do 
before. He did not understand how much afraid she was for him. 

Just then, Joseph's father entered the living room and when he saw the


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