As the little boy’s silhouette was drawn on the door in front of him, his breath hitched again in his throat. He was this close and he wasn’t going to give up, he slammed the door open and ran as fast as he could. He thought he ran to freedom. To a better him.

Nor did the little boy think about his future, where would he end up? And would he survive? He didn’t want to know, everything would have been better than here. 

He spend two days on the run, until his eyes caught two shoes which were pointing his  way. 

He finally looked up, after days of hiding. He came face to face with a smiling men. After the man had tried to convince him to go with him for the third time, he had enough. What did he possibly have to lose? His life was already wrecked. 

So he went with the man, the man lifted him and sat him on his shoulders. The man raised his hand and shaked the little boy’s hand. ‘My name is Onew, and I’ll take care of you.’ The little boy slammed his fists softly against the man’s hat. 

They walked together through the streets. Onew showed him his house, that’s where he was promised a better future. Onew didn’t say anything about his scars, maybe the boy would tell him soon enough. 

And he did, maybe that’s why they became so close. 

Onew too had a scar, not a huge one on his eyes, nor one on his chest, it was one that was part of him. One he could never cover and was stuck with for eternity. He wasn’t sure how the little boy would react upon finding out. 

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After we discussed the plan, we all parted ways. Onew went upstairs and the Mango went somewhere. 

I decided to get some fresh air and walked through the front door. The chilly winter breeze made me shiver, I had forgotten how cold it was, it was December and I sure would’ve expected snowfall soon. 

I tightened my coat and decided to walk around for a bit. I turned left, next to the hostel were all the carriages positioned. There sure were a lot of people, I could count five, every carriage had a different design, for example, I could easily pick out mine, mine had a sword with a drop of blood on each doorpost.