Pat made sure I had eaten before we left for the store; he held my hand slightly as he continued to tell me how the mother wizard grow older, she would cry as her heart beat in pain when she called out for the wizards of hope who consoled her and made her smiled again. This brought joy back to her. After many years'' Pat continued , the mother wizard died but before she died, she gave the three wizards her sperm; in it was the power to raise the dead and restore joy to the bewailed but this could only be done in the secret. On one could ever find out what happened. The dead could not be buried but hid in a dark room while the bewailed took a portion of the blood to the wizard of hope who joyfully mixed it with the multiplied sperm from the mother wizard and gave it to the deceased who spontaneously returns back to life.''
It ended better than I expected, I made Pat promise to tell me another story which he did, and then another and another. As the weeks passed, I had dreams about the three hope wizard , how I lived with them and helped them achieve their greatest destinies. On many occasions in the dream, they spoke with me about Pat and the church, everything started more real than I ever believed. One of the wizards introduced their names to me as ; ' Belle , Soy and Moony'. Soy had told me that it was my part in destiny to bring life back to my people. Belle said I would have to give Pat back his life first before I would believe in their course. I woke up confused and taught to tell mom and Pat about it. Being my age at fourteen, I didn't know if I could trust the voices in my head telling me not to tell mom about the dream; the voices sounded like the wizards the same voices with which they communicated me in my dream. At some point in my subconscious, I did reply aloud when spoken to. Still nothing felt wrong, I was perfectly fine and I felt I sense of ownership of myself than ever.