Once there lived a boy, who spent his days in an evil layer. The wicked men and women would poke and prod him. They called this place a school, but the boy was not taught how to read or write. He was taught pain. One day, he escaped. He was free. As free as a bird. He was on top of the world. He could climb to the highest cloud, or swim to the deepest depths. He became king, a king mighty and proud. His kingdom was free and fair, just like its king. Then, they came. They tore his kingdom down, and destroyed most of the people. They were gone as soon as they had come. The boy, now almost a man, was torn apart. The only thing left of his kingdom was one single brick. He held on to that brick, and kept it dear to his heart. Now he roams the streets, seeking the rest of the survivors, and hiding from the wicked. This, is where the story begins.
Chapter 1
'She looked at me, a sparkle in her eyes, "We're going to Egypt."'
I rushed along the busy streets of the New York City Saturday market, pulling Sky along behind me. "Where are we going again?" She asked with a hint of curiosity in her tone. "Safety," I muttered, dogging an old lady in a wheelchair. Sky ran her fingers through a line of wind chimes as we passed a booth.
"Come on, no time for stalling."
"'Come on, no time for stalling.' Seriously Cal." she said mockingly.
I pulled her behind a booth selling soap and into an alley. The strong clean sent tickled my nose.
"Hush. Whitecoat six o'clock."
She pushed herself against the brick wall. Peering over a dumpster I saw a man in a black tee-shirt, jeans, and Converse. Pretty good disguise for a man that eats baby fingers for breakfast. He turned in a circle, definitely looking for someone. I held my breath as he passed us. I inched down the alley, taking my time. I saw a man appear on the other end of the alleyway, eerie dripping noises behind us. He looked around and, not seeing us turned to leave. I saw Sky lift her hand to her nose. No. She huffed twice. I reached for her mouth and smothered it with my hand. "CHEWW!" The sound was muffled enough to not wake up a sleeping man, but loud enough to make the Whitecoat turn his head. He glanced at the dumpster we were hiding by and squinted. I glared at Sky. Sorry, She mouthed. The Whitecoat decided to stand there for about a year, so I grabbed Sky's hand and inched out of the Alleyway.