Feet running across, rough gravel roads.
"I must find them and quick too." thought a old man probaly in his fifties, with gray hair and ocean blue eyes.
Just as he ranned over a crossing, a cairage came storming towards him - at full speed - he couldn't move it was as if his body has frozen in place rhight where he was.
Is this my end? the man thought, before he felt how his body flied through the air and landed on the sidewalk.
Suprised the man opend his eyes, thinking: Was my death so quick that I didn't feel any pain?
He stood up while dusting of his clothes, when he realised something is not rhight and he looked around.
Evrywhere stood people crying and the cairage driver keep repeating the same thing: " I didn't see him."
What? thought the man and he walked to the scene that unfolded him as he pushed through the crowd.
Shocked he stood as he looked at the scene in front of him, a young boy no much younger then 14 layed in front of the cairage.
His black colourd hair dyed red as his blood flowed over the pavement resembling water that flows.
But the blood couldn't hide the scar that ranned over the boy's arms, the lamps and lanterns light colourd the red pavement crimson, without thinking the man moved to the boy and picked him up, no one stopped him, thinking he was the child's father.
In the meanwhile the said old man had begun stepping deep in the snow, he walked over the sidewalk ignoring the glances that was frown in his direction.
On that time a clock somewhere in a tower strucked twealth and the loud ringing of a bell could be heard as the bell runged for a third time - someone died.
The man felt how his heart falled, out of sorrow he didn't made to the castle and thus didn't completed his promise to the queen mother making him cry in his heart.
Remembering the child in his arms he walked on through the snow his face not showing his real emotion.
ONE WEEK LATER
"Luca, come in dinner is ready." Luca, sighed, he tried to tell the boy, whose name where Athlean by the way, numerous times to call him: "Uncle".
But it was fruitless, he had putten away the shovel and pick when he heard the neigh of horses and he looked up.
On the horision rode a cavelary of soldiers and in front rode the pri- squeaze me I ment king Ranneal Beltimore.
He moved his hand and pulled unto a hidden leaver that was beside the well and when it switched it let a bell kept on rinning, warning Athlean to hide streetchildren.
Because you see that the king had isued a notice that all the streetchildren would be banished from the land.