|| Orange ||

|| 1 Chapter ||

"Run. I just have to run."

The only thought that continually tormented him was to keep running, to go as far as possible from that filthy place.

In addition to the snow to hinder him to continue with the race, a storm was also added, stronger than the respective days in which the boy had embarked on his reckless and aimless journey.
The only sound that could be heard, inside the dense forest, was her feet trampling quickly on the soft and brilliant snow, illuminated by the Moon, making it shine like small diamonds, and her labored breathing from running, in addition to the cold and icy wind that struck the tall fir trees and various shrubs.

For now, it was enough for him to find a refuge far from the place of departure; now tired and exhausted, he only wanted a warm place and something to eat.
A poor silk cloak, he kept it somehow a bit 'out of the cold, but it was not enough; his legs would not have held him for much longer, his hands wrapped around his body to shelter at least a little, his face wrinkled to allow his blurred vision to catch a glimpse of where he was putting his feet so as not to risk stumbling and then falling miserably to ground and be aware of not being able to get up and continue.

If you approached his face, you could see that small and elegant snowflakes surrounded his two-colored eyes, as clear as those of a frozen lake reflecting a clear sky and those of the needles of the fir trees present around him; and his, rebellious but at the same time soft, white hair, like the sweet and fluffy clouds that decorate a harmonious blooming landscape.
The red cheeks, due to the low temperature that hovered that time of year, the slightly plump lips, first a peach pink and now almost blue, dry and chapped from which a scarlet red liquid came out from some cuts.

Before his eyes closed in exhaustion, and his knees betrayed him causing him to fall to the ground, he noticed a small cave, hidden by the snow that increased as the hours passed.

He tried to draw his last strength to drag himself to the cave, not before checking, as far as his sight and hearing allowed him, that he was not being followed or that some threat lay nearby.

Arriving at the entrance, he abandoned himself to the ground, and somehow tried to get as far as possible so as not to be noticed.

Consumed all his energy left in the body, he curled up in a corner, sighed and closed his eyes, hoping that that refuge would be enough to recover from the various injuries on his body and to recover at least a little more strength to continue his journey .

Even just a small stop could be fatal, but he had to recover at least or the injuries on his body would get worse until he had no chance, or guarantee, to continue running or walking.

He relaxed his nerves, and tried to chase away any disturbance present within his mind, freeing it from any negative thoughts, but, despite that, he remained alert.
He immediately fell into Morpheus's arms and slept quite calmly and relaxed.

The only thing he did not notice were two pitch-dark wells, which had peered at him from afar all the way, from the beginning of the forest where the boy had gone running, until the young man abandonment to himself in the small cave unaware of what awaited him in the future.