In the small town of Abingham, one busy morning, clouds swept over a gloomy sky.
A little boy chased his brother through the marketplace.
A little boy.
With big, brown eyes.
Moppy brown hair.
Whose laughter made everyone's hearts sing.
He was running as fast as his legs would take him, desperate to catch up to his big brother.
"Wait, Adrian!" he squealed, ducking past a lady with a basket full of vegetables.
Adrian was taller, faster. He could outrun him easily.
Adrian was also kind, sensible.
He slowed down so his younger brother could catch up to him. Just as he did, his brother knocked over another lady.
"You two!" she yelled. Miss Ida. The cook.
The cook with the black hair, slightly crooked nose.
A lean body, graceful.
Her face, although still young, gave the weary signs of hard labor through the years. The two boys respected her, and she cared for them.
She bent down to face the younger boy. "What are you doing here, darling? You're meant to be with your tutor." She touched his face softly. The boy grinned. He had a light in his eyes that everyone loved.
"Ida." An unfamiliar voice called. The little boy saw a stranger approach them – a tall man in a long coat, with dark eyes.
"These boys aren't meant to be causing trouble in the marketplace." He said quietly. "Take them back to the orphanage."
"Yes, Mr. Joseph. I'm so sorry."
Ida grabbed the younger boy's hand. "C'mon now. You too, Adrian."
The little boy turned back and looked at the tall man in the long brown coat. It was like his dark eyes sucked the soul out of everything.
That was the day all the magic around the little boy disappeared.
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Fiksi RemajaThey will tell you a story of a beautiful boy. A boy who had been through hell and back. A boy who had been taught to endure the world on his shoulders. They will tell you all his strenth and weaknesses. They will tell you that he knew all his stor...
