The cool morning air washing over him,stretching wide, a yawn, a dream. Waking on the rickety bench of the market. Sun shining down, illuminating the early morning streets. It was just another day in his eyes. Another town, another coin for the day Eyes widening in astonishment. "What!" Where!?" the wagons gone, the people nowhere to be found. Searching pleading for The rest of his troupe to be there hoping. Head and heart sank. They were gone, left him behind. The shock was great. Head swimming with thoughts on how Uncle Arimes and Tillia had just misplaced him, let him sleep and would be back later. It was the first time he had been alone in nine years. Hands trembled. Standing running and pleading through the market begging, wanting to know where they had gone,why they had left him behind in this ghastly town.

Slowly as the events of the day went by his mind began to wander, seeping into the events that had brought him here. Eyes glazed as he sat beside the lake of the glen. Sky had darkened, moon high as his eyes focused on the cool and stationary waters. No longer occupied on why he had been left behind but what he had experienced. Slowly eyelids drooped closed heavily, as visions of a burning building flooded his minds eye. Storms heavy on the horizon earlier that day, but a young boy couldn't have been botehred by that. The day was so full before skies would turn black. Innocent and playful, but he was only a child. Finally slipping all the ways into the grass as he was lost now in his memories.

"Mum?" calling out his fresh eyes scanning the house, running about to find her. "MUM?" his voice reaching its breaking point, he was on the precipice of becoming a man.

"Out her Ven!" his mother replied to the sweet boy as he clamoured from the house to find her. A full stop as his eyes reched his mother in her garden. They lived slightly out of town, but that meant only minutes to it.

"Wowwwwww......" seeing his mother's hair shine in the sun as if it were flames untaimed. Crown of blazing embers and pure beauty. His friends always remarked about his mother and her looks, but he never saw what they did until now. A hand raising to his own tuffs of hair. A dark rusty red nothing as spectacular. "Mum dad said he needed you in town, and I was wondering if I could play with Carson and the others. Carson's sister Gabrielle's birthday is today and I can stay the night"

His mother honey drop voice resounding in a giggle at is pace and link of questions. "Yes you may. After......I speak with Pamela first. I don't want to just be leaving you there."

A child like sigh and kick of the dirt. "Alright" a soft little groan. Moving back into the house with his hands behind his back

"Pack your things, and do hurry Ven" His mother yelled behind hima nd standing brushing the dirt from her blouse. A look in her eyes as if she felt this was the last time she would set eyes on the house as it was, as it had always been.........as it ever would be.

Laying and staring into the deep rock ceiling, eyes adjusted to the darkness as he stared and stared. Seeming as if he was now trying to find something within roof, something deeper an answer, but all he could see or hear was the wheels f a cart rolling down a dirt road. His mind picking up from what had happened before. What was he to do or think when all the things continuing on in his mind" Doubts and regrets seeping through cracks in his mind. What if he was saying and meaning others or even keeping them from himself" Now was not the time to linger on such thoughts, he hoped as the scene unfolded once more in his head. Hoping to find a answer inside.

"Ahh the bristling burrow of Calvin" Uncle said with a great huff. The morning was dull, a bland mix of heat and moisture that was too uncomfortable. The humidity caused by morning due had been unbearable in Ven's opinion but his uncle seemed unphased. As soon as the caravan had stopped he knew Gwen and her cronies would be waiting for him. to throw things and criticize his flute playing, a poor substitute for his mother's.

Gwen was his terrorizer, a woman of three summer's more yet had found no less time in her life of loneliness to cause his grief. That was what it seemed she lived for. A girl refusing to grow up. Her only friends were as childish as she though they were but almost near children since Gwen watched over the Player's families as did her mother, a family business, but most of the trades were all passed down.

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