18 Years Ago
It is a non-imposing place, this tower at the outskirts of the village's land. It sits at twenty feet tall, made of grey bricks, it's circular form not even visible amongst the looming giant trees around it. It stays hidden here, believed by all outsiders to be a simple grain tower, not earning a second look by passersby. Who would pay attention to this small grain tower in the middle of the woods?
Little do they know that a precious life grows here.
Inside, scrunched over a small table placed near the wall, not far from the bed, sits a boy of five years of age.
