The little boy lived long ago. How long you may ask? Well that's when castles were a common theme throughout England. The boy didn't live in a castle or even next to one rather he lived on a hill all by himself. He could see a castle off in the distance but that's about as close as he got. He lived alone but this did not bother him he liked the peace and quite and he had animals to keep him company. He was maybe about fourteen and wasn't very muscular but also wasn't skinny. He had an average height of about five foot nine. He had black wavy hair with one bright blue eye and a dark blue eye. This boys father died a couple years ago and his mother died when he was born. He and his father would raise sheep and sell them in a town just thirteen miles down the road. They were not a rich family nor a famous one. The boy would play with a stray dog or sit underneath an old oak tree his great great great grandfather planted when he was just a boy. The little boy lived in a small shack with a leaky roof and a squeeky door. He didn't own much land with the house but he had all he wanted.
