Yes I know this is a short prologue... Yes I know I have other stories I should be working on. But it's hard to when you aren't into them yet. Don't worry, I'll be working on my other ones as soon as I'm inspired again. :)
JK Rowling, you are the greatest author because of Harry Potter and of course I'm very proud to announce everything is copyrighted to you, with exception of my OC which will pop up later ;)
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Prologue: The Boy
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On a seamingly calm afternoon, a teary eyed young lad ran as fast as he could, a terrified and distraught look apon his face.
His gangly legs carried him along a stream that ran parallel of the cobblestone roadway on which the boy ran. His skin shone pale against the receeding light of the sunset, as if it were the first time light touched his skin, his shoulder length, midnight black, poorly-kept hair blowing a little in the draft he left behind.
Nothing was chasing him. And nor was there any destination he had in mind.
He was done with the screaming. He wanted to escape his Hell. And run and run, on and on.
His lungs burned for air, his legs numb, his body screaming for a rest. And powerless to resist, the young one obeyed.
As soon as he took a few slowing paces, his knees gave out from underneith him, and, gulping in the cool evening air, collapsed to the ground painfully, yet thankfully.
Heavy breaths slowly turned into sobs, and quickly he got back up and continued onward to whatever destination fate took him to.