It was dark. Ominous clouds flew through the sky. The air was damp, must; telling everyone a storm was near approaching. That you must go home, lock your doors, windows, curl on the sofa which was in front of the fire place, read a good book or two.
But for one little boy with long soft black hair and deep dark blue eyes, he didn't have a home to go TOO. He had left it, left this home and family after finding his sister dead and the daemon cursing him for life "that any who loved You would suffer and die"
He had stopped loving. But it was not a simple task for a child who neither was barely ten nor weaned off his mother. He still longed for her warm, embrace, kind and comforting words, her soft and comforting voice telling him everything was alright. But he knew that he shouldn't hold onto the love he had for his mother sister or any part of his family. The death of his big sister showed him that he must never love someone too much.
He was in a box, his eyes peeping a bit over the box , his hair falling over his eyes. He blew it out of the way, irritated. Of course it fell down again anyway. He left it there, watching he world go by. Suddenly out of nowhere., a neigh sounded loud and clear in his ears. He looked to his left and saw a majestic looking black horse, with the most unusual gold eyes. He couldn't see the riders head. It was shrouded with a cloak, his eyes and hair covered completely. The horse reared backwards and heavelily landed galloping away. The horse speed pasty him, almost knocking his box over. It took his breath away, his mouth hanging open his blue eyes wider an bluer then ever.
He looked around him, wondering if anyone else had seen it. But everyone just looked content, women with their parasols up and men walking along with a dog maybe. Everything seemed normal. The little boy sighed, the excitement gone. He curled up in the box, his arms wrapping around his knees and closed his eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep