Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Imaginary ❯ One-Shot

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Imaginary

(TO LET EVERYONE ONE KNOW NOW I DON'T SHAMAN KING OR IMAGINARY(BY EVANESCENCE)

ON TO THE FIC(OH AND I LIKE THE NAME ZEKE BETTER THE HAO SO PLEASE DON”T GET MAD)

(OH AND LYSERG IS THE ONE TALKING(DUH!) UMM AND HES WALKING YOU THROUGH WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT, OH AND LYSERG”S FANTASYLAND IS WHERE HE IS.)

My name is Lyserg Diethel and I'm 14 years old, my parents were killed by a shaman named Zeke, and I lie here in my own world, my Fantasyland.

I linger in the doorway

Of alarm clocks screaming

Monsters calling my name

I walk into the depths of my imagination. Away from reality were no one will hurt me. No monsters of my past or future to come and scare me or hunt me.

Let me stay

Where the wind will whisper to me

Where the raindrops

As there falling tell a story

I don't want to leave just yet, its fun. I can think about anything peaceful and it happens. The wind sounds like my mother and father telling me I'll be a great Dowser someday. The raindrops tell me what to expect and deal with what's happened,

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me

Now I have decided to run through my field of paper flowers, that smell like the perfume that mom used to wear and the others smell likes dads cologne my father wore. Above me are my candy clouds filled with the lullabies my mom used to sing to me, before I went to bed. As I lie here in this field of flowers I stare at the purple sky that surrounds my clouds, to me that the darkness in my heart that I can't even escape from while I'm in my Fantasyland.

Don't say I'm out of touch

With this rampant chaos - Your reality

I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge

The nightmare I built my own world to escape

To anyone witnessing me talk about my Fantasyland, I'm not insane the insanity is the reality that you all speak of. Reality to me is when your in danger and everything that's happened to you is all there to haunt you. I know I have to face reality, but not all the time, my Fantasyland helps me to escape from the pain of reality.

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me

As I continue to walk around my Fantasyland and see the peacefulness of it all, I start to see my Fantasyland being engulfed by a thick black smoke and I fall into a dark abyss, as I scream.

Swallowed up by the sound of my screaming

Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights

Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming

The goddess of imaginary light

As I scream more and more. I fear that I'm going away and never coming back to my beautiful and happy Fantasyland. How I wish this wasn't happening. A bus was outside Lysergs window and honked its horn really loud AHHHH! Huh it was dreaming, my Fantasyland vanished I want it back, how I long to find the light and happiness in my heart. Lyserg got up, got dressed, and went outside with Cloie to see what the day had in store for him

THE
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(A/N I hope you liked it, It took me a really long time. Well RR please. NO FLAMES! OH AND ROCK ON EVERYBODY!)