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“Once upon a time there lived a prince and a princess”…is how this story would have started if it was some sappy, yippy skippy fairy tale. But it isn’t, you see, this story is just the opposite. Would you like to hear this story? Ch! Well of course you would that’s why you’re here, so here we go…

Chp. 1

My mother had always told me, “Wesley, never go into the Hollow fields.” One day, I questioned as to why, “mama” I had said “what’s so wrong with the Hollow fields?” She had been staring absently out the window…out at the Fields.

“Just promise me” she had murmured urgently “that no matter whom or what comes out of those fields you will never follow them in, understood?” I had nodded; annoyed that she was dancing around my question. “Mama-” “Wesley!” I had jumped; my father had been standing in the door way, “go outside, now.”

“Yes Daddy” I spun and had walked out, into the court yard, stand no less than twenty feet from the start of the Fields. The Fields, they said, had once been a spiritual plane, were demons and angels could walk among the other. Now they called it a border, if one could successfully reach the other side, they’d have easy access to both heaven and hell.

There are however, a couple huge problems with the basic concept. The changelings, bizarre half breeds of every kind, cold blooded killers incapable of speech, predators that hunt using smell. The things they can do are unimaginable horrifying, one of the other problems…getting lost.

The Fields as you’d expect look like any other ordinary wheat field, watch yourself with that assumption, it’ll get you killed. The corn rows in that dumb Stephen King movie looked ordinary too no? The thick plants that make up the Fields consume emotion; a man could go mad by just standing next to it…well, a mortal man anyway.

Then there’s the biggest and the most terrifying problem, Tobias, the guardian of the Hollow Fields. A changeling that actually managed to evolve, he’s immune to the lower level changelings and rules over the Fields, protecting it from those who wish to harm it.

Also…some say he’s amazingly smart, he looks as human as the rest of us and can speak. No one’s ever seen him, there have been rumors and stories, but no one’s ever actually seen the guardian…till that day. I had taken what I thought was only a few steps closer, I could hear my mother screaming.

I was now a little less than three feet from the entrance, “Wesley, come back!” She screamed as I kept going; it was drawing me closer for some strange reason. Grasping a hand full of the foreign pale buttermilk color plants, I stepped in.

I still haven’t the slightest idea if I had been attacked or not, I personally think I had…I also think he saved me. It had gone pitch black when I entered the Hollow Fields, the screams still ring in my ears, and I’m still unsure which ones were mine.

All that’s still crystal clear was waking up, a man hovering over me, anger radiation off of him. “You’re an Angel I take it?” his voice was soft and monotonous; a nod was all I could give him. His brows rose slightly, “and what is an Angel, a child no less, doing in my Fields?”

I remember the sudden fear gnawing at me as I spoke, “y-your Tobias?” I was rewarded with a smile, “yes my dear child, and you are?” “Wesley” I had said without a second thought, “I’m…in the Hollow Fields?” Tobias tilted his head, “yes, but do not worry child, I will let no harm come to you.”

That statement had caught me by surprise “but…why, not to be rude but…aren’t you supposed to be super scary?” And with that, he laughed. “I suppose, but you are different my child, we’ll leave it at that.”