The boy sat there sulking as he thought. Was he alone? The thought of it made him shiver. He looked around, ruble and shattered glass was everywhere. The Apple War had really ruined everything. The tragic memory struck again, and he broke down. He was hopeless here. Tears streamed down his face like a waterfall.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps got near. A thin long grey haired woman with a golden tiara hanging from her dress, ran up to the small boy, wiped his tears, and came back with a plush. The rabbit plush had long blue arms hanging off from his body, and pink buttons as eyes. The moment the small boy saw the plush, his face lighten up. Everything was forgotten as he hugged the rabbit to his chest.
"Do you like it?" the women asked, smiling
"Yes," whispered the boy.
"Your crown is beautiful…" the boy said, staring at its shocking jewels.
A sad smile came upon the woman's light blue color face.
"It is, isn't it?" she said uncomfortably," unfortunately it isn't as beautiful on the inside…"
At that age, let's be honest, he really didn't understand what she said at all.
"Oh," the boy nodded knowingly.
"My name is Sydney," the woman said, extending out her arm for a formal hand shake.
"M-my name is Marshall Lee," the boy, extending his arm as well.
She smiled. If her last task as Sydney was to raise this little boy, she will pursue it. She could not lose herself, Marshall Lee needs her.