8 year old, Noah Whylie, walked frightningly ahead, almost sure that he would find what he was looking for.What that was, noone knew, neither did he. There was nobody around, just him and the endless rows of corn surrounding him. Where was he going?
Just as he neared the opening to a clearing (that must have been what he was looking for, maybe not), someone touched his shoulder. He turned his head slightly to look at what it was that was touching him, when he saw a small, young looking hand clamped down on his shoulder. There stood a short boy, dressed in black from head-to-toe, wearing a black farmers hat, that looked a bit too big for his tiny head.
"Hello, my child. The lord welcomes you. Come, let us welcome him too."
The little boy gazed up at this stranger with fear in his big brown eyes, that he was too scared to talk.
"Come, my child. Take my hand."
Fear soon subsided from him, and questions clouded little Noah.
"Who are you?"
A small smile broke out on the strangers face, and with no hesitation he answered him.
"My name is Isaac Chroner, and I am the leader for He who walks behind the Rows."
The little boy looked up at Isaac as if in a trance and took his small hand.
