At first, I was just curious about the boy who was half dead in the middle of the forest after being hit by a carriage. His aura's colour kept flowing from blue to red back and forth while he was unconscious, and most of it stayed in its unique colour while asleep. I laid him on the cot in the middle of the room, watching him; I brushed his black hair out of his face, finding his long eyelashes. I went to pick some fruit from the back garden for dinner, and when I returned, I heard his voice. I hid and watched him talk to himself. His aura switched between blue and red whenever he spoke, making him seem different each time it changed. He appeared in pain momentarily and gripped his head before kneeling on the door. He started muttering to himself as if talking to someone. I thought it was interesting how his soul's colour kept switching, so I didn't move or interrupt. A blue light shimmered alongside his soul's colour when he seemed to be looking at something in the distance. I heard murmurs of a quest and something about a protagonist being drugged. A glowing rectangle occasionally flickered amongst the blue. I have never seen something like that since I awakened my power in my childhood and became disillusioned with people's intentions and their disgusting false faces. My uncle came when my mother died, feigning care, but his aura was flowing like a snake around him. After the funeral, my uncle used up my mother's fortune when he took the role of my guardian and gambled it away, the maids and other servants neglected me. I spent increasing amounts of time sneaking out of the manor to get away from the looks and the crumbling pillars that were in need of repair.
I bought a cabin in the woods away from town after selling some herbs and medicines. I found the boy half dead a few weeks after living in the woods, and now hearing him, I couldn't help but be curious about the boy with an odd soul.
He swivelled in my direction. "Who's there?" he said.