Two unlikely companions walked slowly through the stretched out plains the sun’s last rays lighting their weary path. A young boy clutched the cloak of the older man standing slightly ahead of him. The small childs wide dark eyes looked forward tiredly at the unfamiliar sight ahead of him. They were an usually sight on the usually desolate landscape, but in the boys eyes the busy village full of people walking every which way, was much more strange than him and his companion. The small boy used his left hand to clutch his own smaller cloak tighter around his small frail body shaking against the harsh wind and rain, his right hand clucked his companions.
The older man glanced down at the child huddling next to him sadness flickering across his eyes, for he knew this child was destined to live a lonely life, hated by the whole of the human race just for the fact of who he was. It was the sad life a curl path the man knew, for he had walked it himself. But he would have never wished it on another being, let alone this innocent delicate child that clutched his hand for dear life.
The man lifted the child into his arms shielding him from the raging elements, and slipped in the the shadows at the base of the mountain following the shadows as he had been destined to do just as many before him and many after. As the sun set and darkness took rain. The man whispered to the sleeping child he held in his arms. “its a curl path my child” he said “ a dark and lowly path let us walk along it till we find its end”
