Knightly

Once upon a time, there was a very slow moving boy. Dragging his feet across the gravel road, the boy looked thin as if he didn't eat in a while.

Many traveling knights have walked passed this boy without sparing a glance, they knew the boy needed food but they needed it too. The boy, who had walked for what it seemed like forever, looked up at the smoky sky. The smell of dust was a common smell, and the sight of the dead was common too. Too common.

This gravel road, when will it end?

Suddenly, the boy stopped. Is this the end of the road?