"Get back to work boy and stop slacking off!" The gruff voice snapped the blue haired boy into focus. His work consisted of splitting logs for the village chief, however ungrateful he was. He found himself day after staring off into space, his mind churning with all sorts of questions. As normal as this is for a boy of 13, he was far from normal.
"I said back to work damn it!" the chief said again, "Your going to end up homeless at this rate!"
The boy didn't care though; he had no family and only one friend, the sky. Why did he want to be there so bad? Why was it he couldn't remember his childhood?
