Watch, as a small child, an angel, plays by itself.
The parent watches it fondly.
An injury? We should fix that.
He shouldn't be here.
It was strange, the way it would come into the townspeople's minds now and then. Like the flicker of a childhood memory, it was vague and quick to disappear. However, it would always manage to surface in the minds of those who had seen it for themselves.
A lone cabin surrounded by a barrier that few brave souls dared to cross. It was probably the thickening stench of internal fear, born of stories and rumours, which made the barrier so strong.
The house itself was in good shape. Strong wooden panels from evergreen trees held up the whimsical-looking structure. The porch was embellished with hand-painted accents of red, blue and green. It could have easily been mistaken for a ski lodge.
The house rested in the woods, just outside of the town. The town had been scarcely visited by local authority in all its years of running, as it was in an un-ideal location. This allowed the townspeople to detach themselves from the strict laws of the kingdom it existed in. They knew peace and had strong bonds amongst each other.
However, with changing times comes the inevitable end to an era. A king dies, and a new authority takes over. The new authority thinks and acts differently than the old king. He has sharp eyes, and is intelligent. He takes note of the small village, only found on an older map.
It sparks his interest.