No ones POV
It was mid-night. There was not a sound in the air. The sky was bright, illuminated by thousands of sliver stars and a dark blue moon.
On a hillside near a big city, which stretched on to the horizon, where the trees rustled and whispered secrets to eachother, a cloaked boy stood. He was tall, had keen sea green eyes and strands of black hair which both showed from beneath his hood.
He stood expressionless, watching the moon. Then without warning the boy spun round and sprinted down the hill toward the city.
The wind it self seemed to be pushing the boy as he ran. He moved like a tiger, swishing and turning his body when ever a tree loomed out of the darkness and threatened to knock him down.
He reached the bottom of the hill and carried on, past fields of golden bright corn and of lush green grass. After running of a few minute and showing no sigh of stopping the boy took off his hood finally revealing his face.
Slowly but surely the landscape started to change. It changed from the golden fields to a wide cobblestone road with ditches and towering hedge on the sides.
Then the city came into view. Some of the windows were lit by small candle lights, while the other were dark and was only noticed because they show a deeper black. In the middle of the city, towering over the grand mansions was a big grey palace, which was lit by blue glowing balls which floated in the sky. The palaces glowed as if something powerful lived there. The boy sensing his destination increased his speed, his feet didn't make a noise and he glided over the ground without touching it.
Without long the boy had entered the city. The houses were big, grand and made out of shining black marble, but the boy made no move to enter them. He also made no move to stop. Instead he carried on running.
As the boy approached the palace, it seemed to loom out of the darkness until it took over his sight.
When he reached the tall iron door, the boy stopped. He glanced round and then Instead of opening the door, the boy walked around the wall carefully examining every marble brick. Finally he stopped at one of the bricks and pushed it.
The wall sprang apart revealing a dark corridor. The boy showing no surprised walked on through and the wall immediacy went back to normal.
The boy stood still of a second, unaffected by the dark. Then he clicked his hand and a blue flame appeared inches above his hand. He carried on, his face now lit by the blue unnatural flame.
The walls were bare and the smell of dust lay about like a blanket. The boy didn't walk far; he soon came to a wooden door. But the door had no handles. The boy pushed it open and step through. A brightly coloured and massive room was revealed.
The room was huge; as big as a house. It was bright but the source of light was no where to be seen. There was no candle or fire place. Carelessly spread was furniture. In the Corner a gigantic four poster bed stood. Next to it was a small wooden table and on it laid a metal fountain pen. The floor was covered in sand smelled of a beach. But most intriguing was the walls which had moving wall paper of the sea. On them hung rows of swords of all different shaped and sizes.
The boy took off his cloak and shirt and threw it on the floor. He stood there bare-chest then he yawned and after looking about he headed of the bed. When he had settled down on his bed he turned around and with a click of his fingers the invisible lights went of.
Out of the darkness came footsteps and from the deafening silent a soft voice said.
"So that is where you go every night."
A click. The lights came on. The boy already had a sword in his hand.