Lemurick pt1

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Lemurick. Lemurick was a fairly ordinary boy to most everyone except his mother. Even his father considered him to be quite usual- he wasn't very big and he wasn't very small, he wasn't very smart, but he wasn't very dumb. He couldn't do handstands or sing or run fast and he had a face that was easily confused with other ordinary little boys. In fact, most people paid little attention to Lemurick, and those who did know who he was could never for the life of them remember what his name was. None of this bothered little Lemurick- for he was not alone. You see, where he lived there were quite a few ordinary little boys, so many in fact, that their parents were always trying to dress them up and teach them new skills, parade them around and boast at how unusual their child is compared to an ordinary one. For them there is nothing worse than being ordinary, for people do not sing songs praising the ordinary, they do not give ordinary people gifts or desire to be their friend. Lemurick's entire world was centered around the quest to be unusual, to be the name on everyone's lips, to walk by and hear the murmuring of ordinary people wishing they were like you.

Every once in a while there was born a child who was really and truly special, right from birth. These children had everything made for them, an easy life of fame and fortune. Or so one would think, but these children often grew up to be adults who killed and slandered each other in order to be the best and to survive the dangerous life at the top. They were ever discontent and always needed more. Lemurick could consider himself lucky he was not born special, and so he did- although no one else in the world would agree.