The leaves rustled as a small wind blew through, and the gray sky seemed to look down on the forest. Here there were no beings around except a seven teen year old boy named Eben. He loved it here in the forest when no one is around, and if there was someone he would get small glimpses of that person's past, and that's his past, to see other's memory's, and he hated it, it hurt when he sees their past's. But here, there was no one, well as far as he knows.
He sat in the middle of a clearing, letting the cool air blow on his face with his eyes closed. I wish I could live here forever, out of the way of people, and just live in a peaceful house with no interruption's in life of my powers, he thought calmly. I could live and not care about my family who have died, I could live here hidden, for away from civilization, away from everything.
He was wearing his white clothes today, and his cape blew in the air around him, though the wind wasn't too strong, it was a bit gentle. It would seem to make anyone at home except for the gray sky. He seemed to stick out in the forest that was turning brown with fall and soon it would turn to winter then he would blend in, but no it was brown, but welcoming.
He sat in the middle of a clearing, letting the cool air blow on his face with his eyes closed. I wish I could live here forever, out of the way of people, and just live in a peaceful house with no interruption's in life of my powers, he thought calmly. I could live and not care about my family who have died, I could live here hidden, for away from civilization, away from everything.
He was wearing his white clothes today, and his cape blew in the air around him, though the wind wasn't too strong, it was a bit gentle. It would seem to make anyone at home except for the gray sky. He seemed to stick out in the forest that was turning brown with fall and soon it would turn to winter then he would blend in, but no it was brown, but welcoming.