The sounds of flowing dreams filled the air. A teenage boy sat on the tallest branch of a tree watching the rest of his peers play. A few distance away, four teenage boys were laughing and fooling around.
The loner on the tree watched them, eyes filled with envy. His gaze never strayed from the ethereal youngster with golden orbs. He, like the rest of the villagers, knew that the boy was special. Even someone like him who hardly interacted with others knew this much.
Unlike his case, the other wasn't revered by his people. On the contrary, people flocked around him just out of curiosity.
His beauty attracted all sorts of people. Be it humans, werewolves, witches or even the few seers that existed. They all wanted to own the little child.
