There lives a boy not too far away, where the sea resides and the water sways. Far away where the homes are made out of the soul of trees. Thatched roofs under the red moon.Like the Ocean this boy had no rest, this boy who was fatherless- a bastard! He kept his ears covered and crept into the den, the rain was pouring down hard on the world. "Give me the pieces you hold" said the old man. Thats when the boy handed over a blade no longer than a cubit. "Eiffeldandy" Brought to this side of the world by a boy who did not know his Father. Nevertheless the Old man continued speaking to the Fatherless Boy. "Eiffeldandy is the name of this blade. It is a fine blade, its handle made for the hands of a warrior, its design.. like the wrath of a woman." The Old Man reached outwards and handed the boy a small sack filled with gold. With this the boy departed off to find another missing item that was desired by a random nobody in the world, a nobody who thought he was somebody. A red ship loomed across the ocean, this was the ship that took The Boy to and fro. The boy looked out at the ocean and wondered to himself, he wondered deeply. "Why cant I be found like the things I find. If its true that I'm lost that is. Lost- Since long ago, like memories of long ago that fade away unlike the pain that lingers on like the rain. Keep on Lingering Rain, keep on lingering." Lightning flashes, BANG! The holographic clouds become ghoulish. The boy looks up, the storm continues on. The red sea vessel continues on. The seafarers, the man on board, the ones keeping the water from flooding the basements, the ones who never gave up. The boy looked up to them. "I have no Father, but I won't give up." And with that the boy walked away, soon enough he would rise. Rise young child. Rise.
