Silas' eyes washed over the town-like city. It looked much bigger than when he was a child. He thought that coming back here would have the opposite feeling since he was so much smaller, yet, that was not the case.
A melancholic smile was on his face as he strode through the town with the rest of the students. He could not help but tighten his fists as his eyes fell upon the places he used to go to.
Memories of him and his sister coming to the town center to buy bread from old Jack flashed before his eyes. He could almost see it. The images of him and his sister running around through the town. Images of his sister talking to her friends while he looked on from the distance.
Images of her trying to take care of him.
Silas almost smelled the aroma of freshly baked bread waft into his nose. Almost.
The aroma was quickly interchanged with the stench of animal feces and smoke.
