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Return Of The Prizor Part 1

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DISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, you are in the wrong place. This is a story request from Lightworker Leader, and as such will be a fair bit darker than our usual fare. I hope you enjoy!

Also, I’m kind of inventing a mythos here. This is not intended to reflect any belief system, past or present. Any intersections are entirely coincidental.

“Milo! Bedtime!”

The little seven-year-old rolled his eyes. He wasn’t tired, but arguing with his mom was not an option. He meandered upstairs, going as slowly as he could. As he entered his room, he failed to notice the strange being at his window.

Priroda, one of the ancient nature spirits, was just outside of Milo’s window. She resembled a beautiful human woman, but her skin had a greenish tint and her hair was woven grass. Many years ago, she had been a benevolent queen of the Saxony forests, beloved by all humans. But over time, Priroda’s vanity and lust for power had taken hold, and her rule had become tyrannical. Saxons were now forbidden to enter the forest for fear of the volatile queen.

This was a problem for her. Priroda’s life, along with all other Saxon arch-spirits, was sustained by the laughter of young boys. In the past, this had been no problem. Children of Saxony would flock to Priroda, and getting them to laugh was simple. But now, no boy would dare approach the forest for fear of her.

So, she now had to improvise. At night, Priroda would sneak into the villages surrounding the forests and steal a young boy away. She would keep them in the forest as long as was necessary, making them laugh however long as she needed to replenish her life. Usually, she would release them when she was done. But sometimes, the boys would not want to leave. Five of them had chosen to stay in the forest, becoming lesser nature spirits to aid Priroda.

Usually, Priroda would send out one of her underlings to abduct a new boy. But when she had seen Milo, she had felt obligated to take him herself. The blond seven-year-old was the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen, and it was apparently remarkably easy to make him laugh.

Milo had been playing with two of his friends at the edge of the woods, where Priroda was keeping a watchful eye. She had been looking for a new boy for some time, and the precious young blond looked to be a prime candidate. Then, Milo’s two friends had pounced onto him, and tickled him all over his stomach, sides, and feet. Milo’s giggles were intoxicating, and Priroda could feel her life flowing back even from this distance. Priroda knew that this boy would keep her alive for a very long time.

She sat and waited outside the window as Milo drifted off to sleep. Priroda smiled to herself, and vines extended from her body and reached into the small bedroom. They slid the blankets off of Milo’s prone body, lifted him gently into the air, and wrapped themselves around the small body.

As they did so, the stripped off his pajama top and tore his pants off at the knee. Priroda wanted as much access to the soft skin as possible, and was careful to expose it while not waking the boy. One of the vines brushed across the sole of his foot, and Milo giggled in his sleep. Priroda felt a slight burst of life in her, and her smile grew. If that one giggle had an impact, just imagine what would happen when he was laughing crazily!

Priroda pulled the bound boy from the bedroom and drifted back towards the forest. Her aura prevented any human from seeing Milo, unless of course the Prizor was in this village. But that was unlikely. The spirit of the Prizor had been dormant for decades, and no living being had housed it in recent memory. Most humans just saw it as a legend, a faint ray of hope against the darkness Priroda can become.

The nature spirit escaped to the forest without being seen. “Another trip without a Prizor.” she muttered to herself, smiling. Milo was hers, and she was going to take full advantage of that fact. The Prizor’s spirit was the only force left that could defeat her, and free Milo. But now, Milo was hers until she was good and ready to free him.

***
Milo sat up, rubbing his eyes. He had had quite a strange dream last night, and he could swear he felt an odd constricting sensation around him in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes, and gasped.

He was sitting on the forest floor, in a small grove. All around him were trees and beautiful flowers, bright colors invading his eyes. He looked down, and saw that most of his pajamas were ripped away. Only about half of his pants remained. There was also an anklet woven from grass around his right ankle that Milo couldn’t remember making.

“I must have been sleepwalking again.” Milo said to himself. “Mother is going to be worried about me. But… I don’t even know how to get home!” Milo sighed, stood, and began walking to the west. He figured he’d find home eventually.

Priroda smiled from her perch in a high tree. Milo’s anklet marked him as her own, and allowed her to keep track of her new prisoner. And if he went more than one hundred yards away from the little clearing in any direction, well, she would have to punish him.

Milo reached the boundary, and heard a faint hiss. Suddenly, his brain went blank. He had no memory of what he was doing, and felt nothing but a desire to return to the clearing. He whipped around and sprinted back, panting when he reached it.

The nature spirit descended from the trees, alighting in front of the young boy. “Hello, Milo.” Priroda said. “Do you know who I am” Milo shook his head. “I think I’ve seen your face in one of my storybooks, but I don’t remember your name.” “I am Priroda, the spirit of nature. Generations ago, you would know me as the kind ruler of the forest of Saxony.”

Still hypnotized, Milo didn’t feel the terror he normally would at meeting Priroda, but as it was, all he felt was a faint twinge in the back of his mind. “What happened?” Milo said. Priroda’s face darkened with anger. “The citizens of Saxony turned on me. I was forced to abduct young boys in order to stay alive. And you, Milo, are my newest prize.”

Suddenly, it all became clear. Panic flashed through Milo’s mind, and he screamed. “No! Please no!” He turned and ran, trying desperately to get away from the crazed spirit. But before he could get any more than one hundred yards away, he heard the hissing noise again. Once more his mind went blank, and he returned to the clearing.

Priroda smiled. “No boy can escape from me unless I let them, Milo. If you try, my special flowers will release a hypnotizing gas that will make you return to me. Now, lie flat on your back. You need to be punished for trying to escape.

Milo obeyed, all the while his brain was trying to force him to flee once more. Priroda gestured, and vines sprouted out from the earth and grabbed Milo’s limbs. He was stretched out spread-eagled, with vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles. When the gas wore off, Milo began to thrash wildly, but he was held fast. “Please let me go, Priroda! I won’t tell anybody.”

Priroda laughed, a sound that just about brought Milo to tears. “Oh, child. That does me no good. All of Saxony knows what I do, and you have nothing to offer me but your laughter. And I intend to accept that offer!”

She waved her hand, and glittering powder descended onto Milo’s bound body. The little blond looked at it curiously, and laughed with shock when it landed on him. It tickled like nothing he had ever felt before! And it was everywhere; his stomach, sides, armpits, feet. He thrashed around in his bonds, laughter exploding from his lips. Priroda smiled as she felt life flowing into her from Milo’s laughter. This boy was going to be fruitful for her long into the future. And as long as there was no Prizor to stop her, who knew? Maybe Milo would become one of her underlings one day.

***
The small brunette boy was awoken by the commotion from the house next door. He sat up and looked out his bedroom window to see his friend Milo’s house. But Milo was not in his bedroom. Instead, he saw Milo’s mother, leaning over her son’s empty bed and weeping. He also saw something else: a single brightly colored flower lying on top of the blankets.

The little boy gasped and crumpled to the floor. Everyone in Saxony knew what that meant. Priroda, the evil nature spirit, had come in the night and taken Milo. Only a boy with the spirit of the Prizor could save him now, and as far as everybody knew, nobody had housed the spirit in well over a century.

What they didn’t know was that the spirit was alive and well, and had just been looking for a host pure of heart enough to take it. It saw the little boy’s concern for his friend, and then the glint of determination in his eyes. The spirit knew that this boy was ready to host the Prizor.

The boy felt a warm breeze come in through his bedroom, and heard an odd ringing in his ears. Then, a strange sensation coursed through his body, and he collapsed face-down. “Hello, Mika.” a voice said in his head. Mika started, wondering what was going on. “H-hello? Who are you?” he thought back. “I am the spirit of the Prizor, Mika. You are the first boy worthy of hosting me in the last century. You are now the only person in all of Saxony who can save Milo.”

Mika’s jaw dropped. “Why me? Why am I the only one?” He felt warmth from the spirit inside him. “Because, my boy. You are the only soul pure enough to bear my power without corrupting. You care for Milo, don’t you?” Mika nodded frantically. “Then what is the problem?”

“Well, it just seems strange. I am Milo’s friend, but I can’t defeat Priroda!” Mika felt a funny feeling over his skin, and he giggled hysterically. “Calm, Mika. Remember that I will be with you.”

Mika nodded, now looking determined. “Yeah. I can do it.”

END OF PART 1
This is part 1 of 2 of a request from :iconlightworkerleader: I'm kind of inventing a mythology on my feet, so bear with me. It might get a bit bumpy.
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This is a brilliant start.  Thank you for writing this.  And what an brilliant plot having him unable to leave by a hypnotic effect.  I look forward to the next part.