The Stranger under the willow tree

Prologue

It was cold windy October night; the moon was shining down on a single willow tree on top of a hill. "aren't you cold?" said a voice from a far. "Yes, you come my child, sit by the fire and warm up." The voice said once again. The child walked up, saw that the voice was a man in long gray robe, he had reddish orangish long beard that you could've braid for hours. "Why are you way out here? Town is about two- or three-minute walk that way." The child said pointing pass the willow tree. The man looked up from his book that he was writing and looked at the child. The kid looked like he was around seventeen or in his twenties, but the man couldn't really be sure. "The town does not want a man like me among the people, what are you doing way out here my child?" The man said rising his eyebrow at the boy. "I ran away from home and kind of on the run. I don't know if my family even notice I am gone, but who cares. They never really cared about me anyways." The boy rambled off and little tear ran down his cheek, he felt it and whipped it away. The man rubbed his chin then he got an idea. "a boy like him must be going through a lot back home and his head, thinks running away from his problems helps. Maybe some stories might help him go on the right path." The man thought. "You think the world is better out here than your home and family child?" the man asked the boy. The child didn't say anything, but he nodded yes. "My boy, let me tell you the world is cruel when you don't know what you're walking into with no family or friends to help you since you are alone." The man told the boy, and he continues, "I was banishing from the town two miles behind me; I live here by the willow tree, I see many people come and go. I tell them stories and tells that I've seen over the years. After telling them me tells I've in this book, they either go back to where they started or continues on the path they are on." The boy looks at him puzzled, but interest in the man's story. "Hell, why not listen to this crazy man's stories I literally got nothing better to do." The boy thought. "Okay old man I'm interest in your stories." The boy said with a smile getting closer to the fire. The man grin and open his book. "The alpha ..."