Recruit Times

Part 1

A little boy ran through the streets of Trost district. He was around 8 or even 9 but he wasn't like his comrades in his age. He was different. He wasn't interessted in the games the kids played and he wasn't interessted in the conversations about him. He was just different. Maybe it was because of his suit or his neat parted blond hair which convey this impression. Who was he and what did he do so alone on the streets of Trost district? Why was he dressed all in black?. Why did he go straight to the graveyard and why were his stunning blue eyes not shining, like the should for a child? Why? I asked myself all this when I saw Erwin Smith the first time. He didn't seem to notice me but I was sure he did. Then he entered the graveyard and went to the graves at the very back. I waited for him outside but don't ask why I did it. Maybe it was because somehow I felt sorry for him. I waited and waited. Until the sun was gone. He didn't come out. And I didn't want to wait any longer. Not only because I had to be at home at sunset but also because when I entered the graveyard he wasn't there anymore. Where were he? I didn't know it. At this point of time I was only 8 and I slowly began to unterstand how the world works but I didn't understand him. As if he were from somewhere. Maybe an alien or was he a human in some way? From now on I saw him everyday on the graveyard and everyday I waited for him on the outside. The days went by and every day the boy seemed to get a little more sadder but determindet. I could see in his eyes that he wasn't okay but and I really wanted to help him.

Today I'm going to ask him if he wants to play with me and knew where I could find him. At the grave of his father. From where I knew that. Easy. My mother told me about him and his father. Poor boy. Doesn't have a father. And doesn't have a family who took care of him. On my way to the graves I managed to grab some apples and a bottle, filled with water. When I arrived at the gate I had to wait for him. Seconds became minutes. Minutes became hours and hours after arriving the sun set down behind Wall Rose. It was getting late. Later then it should be. After the last sunray has disappeared behind the wall I decided it would be the best if I go home to my family. Better said to my mother, who raised me. I haven't met my father. He left my mom when I was born. I often feel guilty because he left us because of me. If I wouldn't be born my mother would still be happy with him. On my way home I promised myself to ask him tomorrow. What I didn't know, the boy wasn't here anymore. Nobody knew where he had gone. Maybe he left the town to move to his relatives, if he even has relatives. I didn't know that I won't see him for a long time and so time passed. I have grown into a beautiful women in the age of fifteen and I also became more mature and yet I didn't know what happened to the little boy. Where were he and when will I see him again? Will I ever see him again? Until then, only the time knew it.