The Dark haired girl looked with determined eyes as the old man paced back and forth. As she sat on her knees she waited patiently. She wanted answers and this man was the only person in the world who could provide her with them.
         
          But what if he didn't want to give her the answers she was looking for. She wanted to let out a word but couldn't, she didn't know why. All she could do was watch the Old man.

          His unkempt hair was long and grey, Reaching almost all the way down to the floor. He had slightly tanned skin like that of a farmer. But what was most impressive about this man was his presence. He was a man who seemed other worldly like he didn't belong in this world.

        He suddenly came to a stop and face the girl. He walked toward her picking up some sort of sitting cushion placing it in front of her.

       "This Cottage is pretty old, don't want you getting and splinters in your knees." He said to the girl. "Thank you." she responded.
 

       He took a seat in a Chair, paused for a moment then spoke. "I don't know if what you hear will help you find the answers you are looking for but I do sincerely hope that it will help you." 

       "Please," she said "I must know."
       "Let's see," The old man took a deep breathe. "I guess I should start at the beginning. It all started When a young boy fell in love."