The White Knight

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

Oliver was a boy grew up in a village in the kingdom Ecuador. It was a secluded little town, but he loved it. The scenery was pretty and the quietness of the town felt unreal. The picturesque, stillness of it made it seem like some sort of fairy tale. A fairytale Oliver never was able to be grateful for.
The town was considered to be cursed, the townsfolk never gave it a thought. How could you when you grew up there? Some said eventually the peace of the town would be no more. Everyone thought they were only children's tales.
Oliver was always fascinated when he looked out his window, seeing the outdoors was something that never got old. When he younger he never had much of a childhood. He never got to play with the other kids, he never got to go out into the feilds, he never got to make friends, he never got to be a kid.
Why was this? Well, he was quite different to say the least. He grew up with what some would call witch craft.
He grew up being able heal whatever he wanted. Whether that be deer, elk, cattle, rabbits, the most was endless.  Once his parents found out they made him promise not to show anyone. From then on he was alone, he understood the dangers of magic and kept to himself.
He would look out of his window and see others playing, he would continue whatever he y doing to keep his mind off it. He had so much to do so it's not like it mattered. To him at least.
even from a young age, he was isolated from the rest. He didn't mind though, he had many responsibilities. They took his mind off his life. Eventually, those responsibilities grew when his mother died. And they grew even more when his farther passed. Now he had to fend for himself, the worst part about it? He was completely alone..
Soon few years passed, he never wanted another to feel this way. He decided to be the change the town needed. Someone to help people smile though the toughest times.
That very day he pulled on light weight, white-silvery armor. Pulled on some boots. Took a deep breath and operated from the shadows. He helped out the towns folk. Eventually he made more public appearances. He soon became the talk of the town. He earned himself a many of nicknames,' though he was most known as, the White Knight.
Oliver never did too much other than help the villagers and make children laugh. Never did he once think he would ever have someone oppose him. He thought he was loved by all- oh was he wrong.

A/n: thank you for reading this! This isn't as good as the prologue I did before. But it's good enough. I hope you have a lovely day guys, girls, gays, and theys!
Word count: 457
(Not including the authors note)