Keon dangles his feet over the ledge, admiring the high view and savoring a piece of bread.
The sun was about setting, leaving a golden but shadowy color on the streets below.
(This is good,) he thinks, (I haven't eaten in two days.)
His problem wasn't getting food. He was fast and light; nobody would notice the insignificant apple that wouldn't be there or a piece of bread. If they did, they were just to slow to catch him. No, his problem was that, he didn't eat his now owned food.
He would see a some begger on the street, or some ill starving cat, or just run into some scrawny kids who hadn't ever eaten a fruit!
Next thing he knew, he had nothing left in his pockets. God dang his heart!
Well, it wasn't all that bad. It wasn't like he had a family to return to. He didn't have anyone, and he sure didn't mind giving what he had to others that needed some help. It was worth it seeing their broken faces shine with happiness.
Keon turned his head in the other direction, looking at the sparkling silver castle. He wondered what it was like for the royals. They had everything they needed; they didn't care as to what happened to the commons in their kingdom. They didn't even step foot in their towns!
No, those Silvers. He'd only caught a glimpse of the Royal family once. He had been on the other side of the streets, scraping for anything to help get some coins or even just food.
It was about three years ago. Apparently, the Royal family was going to visit another kingdom, and that's when Keon caught a glimpse of them.
A flash had caught his eyes, and he had gazed up at a pure silver carriage. There were curtains covering the inside, letting none see the passengers.
But Keon saw a hand move aside the curtain, and a face peaked out.
Pale skin, so white it was almost grey, and silver hair appeared. But what was most intriguing of all, were his eyes! They were streaks and swirls of pure silver specks. The Silver boy met his eyes, and waved at him.
Keon was about to wave back when another Silver, this time with a huge crown on his head, yanked the curtain shut.
The carriage passed on, and Keon never witnessed any of it again.
He sighs. "I wish I had caught more of a look on the Silver. He was so interesting."
That's when he notices a commotion just below his feet.
Three boys are ganging up on another smaller boy in the alley.
Keon looks down in interest and a bit of anger. Doesn't anyone get it?
He sighs again, then in a flash, narrows his eyes and hops of the high ledge. He easily lands down on the ground unharmed and glares at the boys.
"Back off."
The boys looked stunned, but quickly recover, their expression turning into a sneer.
"What's it to you? Stay out of it," the boy in front, who must be the leading one says. Front spits on the ground, nearly missing Keon's feet.
Keon stares at the spit. Then at Front. He does this a few more times, then mumbles a quiet, "I warned ya."
As quick as wind, Keon jumps forward and knees Front in the gut. After that, he grabs his head, and slams it into the wall on their left.
Not waiting for the other two boy to either run or fight, he rushes towards them, hitting one on the neck and the other he kicks out into the street.
The boy he kicked out into the street bails and runs away as fast as he possibly can, while one is gasping for air and the other is unconscious.
Just as Keon is about to go back for his piece of bread he left on the ledge, he remembers about the boy behind him and turns around to see if he has run away or is injured.
He sees the boy still standing there amazed, with wide eyes.
"Ya alright?" Keon asks.
"Yes. I'm perfectly fine. Thank you," the boy responds. Keon checks for further reassurance.
The boy is wearing a cloak with the hood hiding his face. The cloak is basically covering up his whole body. Besides looking shady as hell, he doesn't get why they would gang him. He doesn't seem to have anything valuabl-Oh.
"It's your shoes."
The boy looks up startled. "Pardon?"
"You're shoes look out of place. They look new, and shiny, and worth money. If you don't have any other shoes, I'd suggest you rub them with mud. Though it'd be a shame; they're pretty boots."
The boy continues staring at him, and Keon realizes he's been talking to much. This is the most he's ever talked or conversed with another person. Embarrassed and suddenly very self-conscious, Keon looks down at the dirt and blushes.
"Uh...well, I..I guess I better go.." he says, twiddling his fingers, "B-bye!"
He makes a quick turn, and almost rushes off when a hand grabs onto his shirt.
Huh?
"Wait, don't leave," the cloak boy says, grabbing tightly onto his shirt.
"Uh...okay..." Keon says quietly. He turns back towards the boy and waits.
(Silence)
"........uh what do you want?"
The boy blinks. "Oh, um, well to start off. What's your name?"
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