The Dark Stranger Page #3

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- Jesus.

- You know everyone has

to tippy toe around you

like you're the only one

that matters around here.

- That's not true.

- - Then turn around

and act like a total

b*tch to everyone else.

I mean you've cut out

all your friends, me.

I mean we used to look

out for one another.

Now...

What?

- Nothing.

Look, you can't just skip

school, Toby.

I'm gonna call dad.

- You're going to rat me out?

- Yeah.

- Sure, go ahead.

It's not like dad will care.

He barely knows I exist anymore.

- Yeah, he's gonna ground

you for like a week.

- I don't give a sh*t.

- Okay, good.

- Well, this is bullshit.

You're bullshit.

Guess I gotta be a suicidal nut

job

to get noticed around here.

- Don't ever talk to me again.

- Leah.

- Sh*t.

Far away in another world

there lived a little doll named

Alyra.

She longed to be a great singer

of songs.

Alyra was created by the powers

of Calah,

a beautiful good witch

who gave her not only the gift

of life

but also the gift of song.

Unfortunately

Calah was too curious for her

own good.

She liked to experiment with

forbidden potions and spells.

Alyra tried to stop her

but Calah was too strong

for the little rag doll.

Blaming herself Alyra ran into

the wild

banishing herself from the

world she once loved so much.

But she was stalked by

a troll witch doctor

who wanted her to atone for her

sins.

She made songs of her lonely

tears

not realizing that her voice was

heard

by a roaming spirit known

as the dark stranger.

He had been watching her for a

long time

patiently waiting for

her talent to blossom.

He finally found Alyra alone

and shivering in the forest.

The stranger promised

to take her to a place

where her voice,

her music would always be

appreciated.

Oh, my god.

Toby, someone's at the door.

Toby.

- Hi,

hello.

Hi, I'm mark professor

Garrison sent me over.

Leah.

Leah, your dad

your dad told me to come over

to pick up some paintings.

He said you'd be expecting me.

- Can you

can you just give me just a

second please?

- You know I can come back later

if you're busy.

Were you drawing?

- How do you know I draw?

- Well, you have a very proud

father.

He told me all about your work.

It sounds fantastic.

You know I used to wanna

draw like Dave Mckean.

- You like Dave Mckean?

- Yeah, yeah, he's pretty

brilliant.

Sandman is one of my all time

favorites.

- You like sandman?

- Uh, like

it was my go-to escape

whenever I needed one you know.

- Yeah, I do.

Look, I have kind of a nasty

cold.

Do you think maybe you could

go stand on the sidewalk

and I'll just put it on the

porch for you?

- Should I avert my gaze as

well?

- That's probably a good idea,

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