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In this story there only two continents that we, the readers, are concerned about, one is a very proper place to live, a continent made just for families and friends to live their peaceful lives. It was called Cielo. The other is a continent made for a livelier crowd, a place that's not so family friendly by majority opinion. It was called Cono.

In between the two continents was a land bridge, it was pretty large and in the middle of it was the town. In that town lived a group of people whose main feature was there violet eyes. Almost everyone that lived in that town had violet eyes, although I'm sure they would let anyone live there if they wanted to, because they were a very friendly group of people.

People from the two continents used to go freely in between whenever they wanted to, that is until one day something peculiar happened. There was a man that traveled frequently between the two continents. He had blonde hair, green eyes, thick eyebrows, and he was well known wizard. He was well known for the fact that he caused a lot of trouble without even trying.

He traveled frequently between the two continents because he knew people on both sides that he would visit on occasion. In Cielo he had a dark haired tea drinking buddy, and in Cono he had a 'frienemy' that for some reason he visited anyway. Whenever he would travel between the two continents, there was always a group of people that would always gather and follow him for seemingly no reason.

Every time he would enter the town in between the two continents, the people that town would gather and admire him as he walked through town. They believed him to be a wonderful and powerful wizard. Their leader would always follow closely behind him and in a normal and friendly voice would tell him just how much the town respected him, ask him how his day was going, and perhaps if he'd like to get something to eat or drink?

On that particular day the wizard wasn't feeling quite his usual gentlemanly self, and was greatly annoyed by the one-sided conversation. With a wave of his hand he sent a little spell over his shoulder as he continued to walk on indifferently, stating more then asking, "Who?" Everyone in town was still and silent, and no one responded.

Alfred was born and raised in Cielo. He had lots of friends including his 'besty' Honda, he had a loving family, and he grew up to be a sweet, if not a bit obnoxious, boy. He was also a free spirit and had a dream of getting to see just what it was like on the continent of Cono, a place that no one was able to get to because of the water being so deadly that anyone who tried to go out on it died almost instantly.

The impossibility of his dream did not deter Alfred however, for he knew of the fairytales of people being able to go in between the two continents as much as they wanted. And Alfred knew that if there was one thing about fairytales he knew, was that they were always based at least somewhat on truth. So out of the blue, like the spontaneous boy he was, he kissed his parents, said goodbye to his friends, and took off towards the continent Cono hoping to find a way across to it.

After a week of traveling he felt like he finally came across something that might actually work. He found it in a pub of the town he was staying at, from a very cheerful and probably drunk patron. The funny self proclaimed 'King of Scandinavia' told him about a bit of land that seemed to reach across the ocean and probably reach all the way across to the other side.

Though Alfred's happy thoughts of victory were quickly silenced by the next bit of the story, the piece of land simply known as Whotown was supposedly haunted. "...and no one seems to know anything about this 'Whotown' area. I had to find out from a friend of my cousin who heard it from some guy, so I'm not to sure about how legitimate this 'Whotown' is. I never bothered to go check it out myself."

"...Do you really think it's haunted..." Alfred whispered, before quickly correcting himself by almost yelling out, "I mean! After all, no one actually knows much about it right!? So maybe that's just a silly legend!? Hahaha!"

"Well," the Danish man replied drinking another beer, "So could the whole area really. I mean, if there really was a way across, you'd think more people would know about it..."

"...Anyways, I should head out now! It's been great chatting with ya man!"

"Anytime! Come back and buy me a beer when you get back from Cono, ok."

"I'll be sure to do that." Al smiled his award winning smile before sweeping out of the pub. He had a Whotown to track down.

The area he was in was pretty creepy. Alfred kept looking over his shoulder as if expecting a ghost to pop up at any moment. He hadn't seen another living soul for miles as he walked across the empty fields before him. No vehicle was willing to travel out this far considering there was supposedly nothing here besides empty land and the legend.

Alfred however was a stubborn man and continued to walk all the way towards the great ocean determined to see whether or not there was actually a landmass that went across it. He wasn't afraid of being cursed but the idea of ghost haunting him secretly scared the crap out of him. Honestly Alfred would probably rather there be nothing there, then come face-to-face with a spook.

Just as he was getting ready to call it a day and set up a camp, he noticed something in the far distance, an unnatural speck. He decided to keep going forward to see if he get a closer look at it. As he got closer he decided that it was the side of a building that he was looking at, and that there were other buildings surrounding it.

Alfred had come across the town that supposedly wasn't there. Alfred gave a "whoop" and quickly walked towards the town looking forward to a nice place to stay for the night. As he got closer there didn't seem to be anyone in the town, but it was getting close to night time since the sun was already setting, so he wasn't horrifically concerned about it.

He finally had set foot in the town, he was so happy that it took him a whole minute and a half before he realized that it felt like someone was watching him. He looked around the town, and he didn't see anyone but there was no doubt about it. He could feel someone staring directly at him.

As a matter of fact, the whole town had a creepy feeling about it. It felt as if there were shadows wandering around in the town. Alfred could feel himself tense up and started getting a cold sweat, "So... there really are ghosts..." He whispered.

"No we're just people."

Alfred nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around in less than a second. "Who's there!?" He screamed.

A man with soft violet eyes, silky wavy blond hair, a single curl that stood out from the others, and for whatever reason was carrying a polar bear stood there cringing a little, "There's no reason to yell, eh?" He said softly.

"...So... you're not a ghost?"

"...Not since I last checked..."

Alfred stood there a while processing this for a bit. Then he let out a loud sigh, "Oh that goodness, I thought you were going to eat my face off or something." He turned back to the quiet man with a Hollywood smile on his face, "The names Alfred F. Jones!" He made a heroic pose, "I didn't even hear you sneak up on me man, you a ninja or something? That'd be so cool dude!"

"...Or something... Did you need a place to stay? It's getting a bit late out..." The boy trailed off.

"Yah man, that'd be great! Lead the way!" Alfred encouraged cheerfully.

Fun Fact:
In Spanish, 'God's place' is Cielo and a vulgar word for hell is Coño.