Prologue
It was probably around Christmas time based on the sheer amount of obnoxious kids walking around. All begging mommy or daddy for this or that while continuously complaining about the cold the jumped up and down in the snow, leaving little footprints on the ground. Their parents just smiled and laughed at their children. Everyone happily enjoying their day.
Yet no one noticed the small child shivering in the corner just trying to stay warm. Hands and feet wrapped in dirty bandages. Limbs pulled tightly around each other. A thin fraying gray blanket encasing the small figure.
Everything about them was gray. Their skin was ashen due to the dirt and a lack of a bath. Their bandages gray just like their skin. Their clothes and blanket the same gray but a few shades darker. Only their hair wasn't necessarily gray. It was silver and gold. Perfectly blending together to form their face as it hung down in disgusting strands. Besides that the son,y other color that could be seen was red. Red cheeks and red scars. Lots of scars. Most hidden under the little amount of fabric that clung to the malnourished child. A few even cut across their now closed eyes.
No thoughts entered their mind as more snow soon fell apron the unconscious form. Sleeping into forgotten dreams.
