Chapter Cornelia: Crescent Sun

Exiled Snow - Beneath the Hollow Moon

Umm...

In front of me is an unconscious youth with wild black hair.

For his clothing, he dons a long-sleeved white tunic with a hoodie attached on it as said sleeves being folded up to his elbows, a drawstring attached for the hood and a black lacing both at the neck and lower shoulders. His pants are simply described with the colour black and dark green meshed together while the lower parts of his legs are embraced around with dark brown leather laces. The leg opening of it appears to have been seared or damaged. On his waist is a slightly large leather belt with a satchel clinging on the right side. His arms are slightly charred too. As if something recently burned them.

As for his boots... Actually, he's barefooted. And like me, he's a bit soaked, which may suggest that he may have come from the river too, but...

He's sleeping too peacefully. And where did he even come from and supposed he is from the river too, how did this boy ended up there?

"Mmm..." he's beginning to rouse up from his slumber. When his head moved even just a bit, his hair falls into place and I started seeing his face better, though not completely.

I couldn't help but notice an injury from his forehead as well, similar to mine but marginally more serious. Just what happened to you that lead you to such injuries...?

His eyelids slowly rose as it reveals his dark, empty eyes. With them half-open, he gently blinked a few times, where his eyelids closed longer than being open until he yawned and raised his arms in the white sky. He looks so sleepy like, he just woke up from a nap.

Actually, that's what really happened...

Eager to know who this person is as curiosity gets the best of me, I planned to ask for his name a few moments after he just woke up.

"Umm... Who are you?"

"...Who are you?"

We both asked simultaneously. It just occurred to me that what if he's actually a spy actor? If I told him who I really am, he might sell me to the Edfaust nobles should he really have the identity of a spy.

No... The thought is but nigh farfetched. Plus this is just a bad way of judging others, even though judging others in itself is already rude. I shouldn't jump to baseless possibilities. I—I'm sure this person, whoever he is, has a good heart and a valid reason for how he ended up here in a place like this.