When I met Sasifraz, I was only twelve. I was caught in that age and time of loneliness and isolation. During a moment of despair, Sasifraz came to me. I felt his presence before I heard him.
He entered my stream of internal conversation smoothly. “I’m your friend,” he said simply.
“What?! Who are you?”
“A friend,” he replied.
“No friend speaks to me in my head,” I countered.
“How do you know? Have you ever heard someone here before?”
“No.” I was doubtful.
“Then give me a chance to prove it to you.” And, that was the door by which I let him in.
Initially, of course, he was a friend (that being Sasifraz’s normal style). He told me stories. Reassured me and gave me that extra sense of confidence that a twelve year old needs. His ever presence wasn’t intrusive to me then. I needed a friend and counted myself lucky to have found one.