Heeey guuysss! I'm not really getting any reviews or comments or anything but I guess I just gotta put my stuff more often or just more of these :( Anyway for those of you who have watched the movie Hocus Pocus (yes the witches one) this is the song that the blond witch sang to bewitch the children. If you want to hear the song it will be up on my profile (full version!) Oh also a note at the bottom of the story please make sure to see it! Enjoy!

I was lured away as a child. Into the dark forest where they told me nymphs, witches, and spirits roamed and played. I always told them I never believed their stories; that the odd light was a spirit calling or a flash of color was a dryad running through the trees. When I was younger I secretly enjoyed listening to the stories and I loved playing around, but I was quite serious for my age. I had an older brother, Itachi, who had been labeled a prodigy to our family and my father's attention seemed to revolve around him. I worked hard at everything to try to impress my father but no matter what happened, he always said that he hoped one day I would be as great as my brother. Though I built up resentment toward Itachi, he kept watch over me on some days and cared for me when I was too stubborn to realize I was exhausted. Soon the resentment I felt came to an understanding that while Itachi had my father's eyes glued on him, it caused him stress and avoidance towards everyone in the village but me and my mother who only saw him as a family member. But the understanding came much later so while I resented Itachi, I focused on my studies and alienated myself from the other children, become alone and isolated. Soon enough I heard other children resenting me for being so studious and they believed I thought I was too good for them. Adults praised me but grew worried that soon I would see everything in too clear a light and that all their secrets would appear before the clear eyes of my family who had great influence over out leader. My parents then started arguing with each other on how to handle two growing boys who were quickly becoming influential people in town. My mother always wanted us to be seen as her children, as two growing young boys who needed friends and as nothing more, while my father wanted us to become involved with the town's policies and events in order to grow our social standing. As much as I remember, they never fully agreed as to what to do with us, but then again, I wasn't with them for very long.

While I stated I didn't believe in the supernatural, I actually believed that more than anyone. When I was maybe 5 or 6 I started hearing her voice. It sounded like a girl my age singing from the forest.

Although not all adults believed in what was in the forest, they agreed that something about the forest was not right. Children and the occasional young adult would suddenly disappear one day and only footprints heading towards the forest would be left as an indication to vague sense as to where they went. Though no one had found out why these people left, houses had windows barred and doors locked so that children or anyone for that matter wouldn't be lured out into the forest. So when I heard that girl sing, I walked to my window, opened it and only stared outside, recognizing the bars on my window wouldn't let me out. I just stood gazing all night until my parents came. The song had stopped before the sun came out but I stood, mesmerized by the song, wishing the bars hadn't stood in my way of finding the owner of the voice.

At one point I hazily heard my parents coming into my room and I could hear my mother call my name twice and tell me to get away from the window but I didn't readily understand what she meant. Why would I want to go away from the window? Why would I want to leave the voice that still haunted my mind and settled my troubles at ease? When I didn't respond my father walked to me and picked me up very quickly breaking the spell that had been over me. When I realized what had happened I began to shake from the experience. While I felt like something had taken over me, I had also enjoyed the song I still heard in my head, the promise of relief from pain and sadness.

When I finally gathered my thoughts, my parents had taken me to the kitchen area I told them all I could remember. The voice I heard that called me compelled me to come outside into the forest to find the young girl that sang to me. Then they asked me to sing the song or at least what I remembered of the song. So I quietly sang it to them and they gave each other looks, seeming to know what the girl was talking about. Since I was young, I didn't understand exactly what the voice was promising, except for relief from the suffering I was going through, so my parents told me that she wasn't singing to me, but to many children in order to spirit us away to a dark place. They told me never to try to follow the song for it was trap that would certainly lead me to my death.

But I insisted that she was singing to me, or at least trying to sing to me, but because she didn't know my name she said "children" and I refused to believe she had been calling me to my death. Her voice had been sweet and kind, promising company and understanding and I refused to believe that she wanted me dead. While my parents argued with me over her song, I slowly understood that while I didn't believe the song was threatening there was definite mystery to it. My parents then tried to protect me in order to keep their youngest son. They tried everything to make sure I didn't hear her again, my siren from the forest. They blocked my ears and tried to create soothing noises during the night to distract me from her. While she would sing, she wouldn't sing every night, and no matter what we did, I always heard her whenever she sang. It seemed that I was forever to hear her voice and be unable to reach her.

This went on for two years, two years of wondering what her song meant and yearning to ask her about it. One night, I was finally lured away.

My parents had left the village for a week, looking for new sources of business. While my mother usually stayed to take care of us, my father had to bring her for they were leaving for quite a time and he hadn't wanted to leave her behind. He had also needed her to help influence business people by talking to their wives, it seemed my father had realized men were influenced easily by their partner and decided to take advantage of it. While they were gone they had left Itachi in charge of the household and of me believing he would make sure I wouldn't leave the house at night.

It had been on the second day of their absence when my brother asked about the voice that had sung to me for the past two years. While my brother knew of the voice that sung to me, he had never really questioned it when my parents had been around. Now, with no interruptions, he asked me how long I had really been hearing her, what her song was, and how often she sang. After I had told him all I knew my singer, I found that my brother had also been called into the forest, lured by his own song. He told me while he had never seen her, her voice was similar to the girl around his age and he had heard her voice singing to him for five years. While I had many questions to ask, I first asked him what his song consisted of. He told me while mine promised relief of world around me his song was about someone who had seemed to have lost someone and was waiting for him to return. Her song was very compelling, putting him as the one had gone on a journey and she was waiting for him back at her home, hoping he had not died and left her. After hearing about his song, I asked him how he had resisted for so long. He told me hadn't resisted very strongly at first. After the first night he had actually placed a chair near his window, waiting for her to start singing. Our parents never really went to check on him but one day when he hadn't come for breakfast, they found him staring at his window in a daze. They then explained what the song might mean, also explaining that it was an illusion and would lead to certain death. Then he started to resist, he noticed he would "wake up" in the process of leaving his room. At first he woke up in front of the door, then in the middle unlocking the door, and it became progressively worse where any traps that he set up to stop himself would be deactivated and he would then find himself in the hallway. Starting two years ago, when I began to hear my song, he would find himself closer and closer to the forest, his body had found out how to leave the house. Now, whenever the sun would rise and the singing stopped, he would find himself outside.

He then told me this morning he had found himself at the border of the dark forest.

I was scared. Honestly, truly, scared. I had almost lost my brother to the voice and would have never known where he had gone if he had disappeared today. But then he told me something that terrified me even more. This morning, he decided he would follow the voice into the forest. I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want him to leave me behind with mother and father to grieve over his disappearance and with the responsibility they would place on me. I would be more alone than ever. While I argued with him he explained that if he didn't go willingly, he would be dragged by his own body unable to tell anyone where he had gone. So I decided that neither of us would be alone.

I asked to with him.

He agreed.

At first I was surprised he didn't want me to stay at home while he left. He always told me to be with mother and father and I had thought I would fight with him to go. But he explained he didn't want to leave me alone and face the future without him. Now that I look back it was rather selfish and overprotective of him; also very egotistical, he assumed that I wouldn't be able to take care of myself without him. But in a way he was also very right. At that age I didn't know what I would do without him, he was my rock and without it, I would float aimlessly, going whichever way that my father wanted me to go to and never think for myself. So that day, I left with my brother to the forest.

He gave me a pack that I would carry on my back and told me to pack anything I did not want to leave behind. He was not sure if would return and wanted to be prepared to leave the house. Though the thought of never coming back frightened me, I understood what might happen, though I was young, I knew of the dangers in the forest and only hoped my brother would keep me safe. As if reading my mind, he reassured me that while he might not be able to return, he would do all in his power to help me escape whatever trap there might be, the only thing that would stop him would be my own desire to stay.

I packed anything I could fit into my small pack. While I didn't readily want to leave my parents, I took a couple of things from them to remember. My father's family symbol, the uchiwa fan and my mother's necklace that she had left behind were safely stored in my bag along with my brother's smaller knife and some clothes that I had packed. By the time night arrived I was completely packed and lying with Itachi in his room, shaking with nervousness. I was thinking through different scenarios that could happen and the worst by far had been that I would be separated from Itachi and I would be alone in the forest.

Then my girl started to sing.

Though I still felt the effect it always had on me, it was different from previous nights. While I had been getting control over the years I really felt conscious when the song continued. I felt my brother stir next to me and I realized that he also was looking at me and we both nodded our heads, confirming that we both knew what we were doing now and had control over ourselves.

As we got out of the room and reached the door of the house, he grabbed my hand and we started to walk towards the forest. Once we reached the border of the forest he told me to climb on his back in order to make it easier on both of us to keep track of where each of us was. When I had climbed on his back and had clasped on his neck, he started into the forest.

I listened to my singer's song trying to find out if her voice was getting softer or louder so I could tell me brother where to lead us. As he walked through the forest, seeming certain of his singer's direction, my siren also seemed to get closer, her voice becoming stronger and clearer. After what seemed like ages we reached a clearing in the forest as the moon was at its highest looking directly down at us.

The clearing was brightly lit and was covered in grass and a couple of flowers scattered around. In the middle there was a large boulder that seemed out of place, but what was odder were the two people sitting on the boulder. I saw two people, a girl and a woman, sitting back to back, singing. I slid off my brother's back and stood next to him holding his hand. I ignored the woman and only noticed the girl. As I had slid off my brother's back the two women had slid off the boulder and now stood facing us still singing. The girl facing was me was siren who had singing to me for two years, I was sure.

I stared at her in wonder, not believing that I finally saw what had haunted me for two years. Suddenly I felt my brother's hand tug me and when I looked up and I saw him looking at me I knew what we were going to do. Together we decided to step towards our singer and meet them. We walked towards them as I got closer I realized that they too were holding hands. I realized that they might also be really close and the woman was my brother's singer. When we reached my girl and my brother reached his, I finally noticed her appearance more. My girl had pink hair, as pink as a cherry blossom with emerald-green eyes that seemed to see more than just appearance. She had also on a white dress that reached to her knees and no shoes at all. The woman next to her, I only registered vaguely and realized she had purple hair, as odd of a color as my girl.

As my brother held his purple haired singer's hand and I held my angel, we formed a connected circle and I only felt happiness as I knew I had found my place in a world where I had felt lost and alone.

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Had anyone been there to see the four, they would have thought it nothing more than a reunion between long lost friends. But after a second, they suddenly disappeared in a gust of cherry blossoms and lilies. Only the ringing of the girls' singing and the brothers' laughter would be heard echoing through the forest, with the moon as their only witness.

Hey! hoped you liked the story and look at my profile for a link to the song (also has lyrics in the video). It is a really beautiful song though also sort of dark. That brings me to my next point. I'm not sure if I like the ending now considering the song is dark so I might put an alternate ending that is much darker than this ending. If you guys are interested in reading it please message me or I might not put it up. Don't assume people review! Not everyone does! So please review and tell me what you think and if I should put up the second ending!