A little boy, with coal black hair, trying to show his courage. He walks off to the forbidden woods and takes a walk. The little boy does not anticipate something to happen. Fed up with the other children´s distrust, he walked to the woods with his thoughts in the distance. Strolling along a little pond, he wanders on. He first hears a whisper, then another then a last one, followed by the crackling sound of smashed leaves and branches. This is his chance, he thought to himself. This is his chance to show his courage. He follows the sound. Now feeling bound, a sensation of necessity to know what made the noise. Walking towards the sound, while he´s looking around. He spots a boy lying there, lifeless, bleak, white-haired and small. Sword on his side, its to big to take home, its not possible with his own might. He looks at the boy, not knowing what to do. Looking around once more to see if there are any other persons who might know. Ashes! That’s all he sees. A pile of ash, midst the woods. It´s unusual to say the least. Did the boy have a fire here to hold warmth? No! Then they would have seen it from afar. The white-haired boy seemed dead. What had happened?
He bent over, the boy that once were all about courage, and a liquid of green and yellow color flows from him. There are signs of bread, and more bread in the liquid. The smell of composed food followed the air and awoke the white-haired one in a flash, as the wind took the ash. “who are you, and what happened here!?”