Prologue
It was a cold night in the middle of the winter and it started to snow slowly with big snow flakes that covered the village in a blanket of coldness and silence. The darkness fell heavily over the streets that became even more and more lonely. On an alley between two shabby houses a child wondered aimless . At the faint light of the torches you could see his pale, sad face and the thin figure huddled up in a filthy coat that was way to big for him.
Dragging through the snow with heavy boots, he moved forward, caught in a warm dream.. He didn’t notice the dark, tall figure that appeared from nowhere in his face and he ran into it. He mumbled a “sorry” with a mellow voice in which he could sense an early suffering. The shadow didn’t speak, keeping intact the silence where the child could hear his own heart beats, like thunders in his ears. He dared to raise his sight, feeling the stranger holding his gaze upon him. He saw underneath the cloak a pair of blue eyes in which shined a light of insanity.
The man made a step approaching him and uncovered his head. The ravishing smell of the soft soap overflow his nostrils leaving him in a fluffy pink cloud. The man looked young, finely-shaped with his face carved in stone. The thin line of his lips betrayed his cruelty and his blond hair stood rebel.
“ What do you want, bug?” the voice shattered the silence with the power of a hunting horn.
But the man did not wait for an answer seeing, how the boy starts to shiver of fear and cold.
“ Get up, little one! ... he softened his voice and pulled him up on his feet…How old are you?”
The boy raised his hand spreading his five fingers tearing a sketch of a smile from the heartless man.
“ Where are your parents?”
The child looked at the snow under his feet and started scrawling with his feet a word “ALONE”.
“So you don’t speak but you write... You know your name, bug?”
Another word scrawled on the white snow “Ilith”.
“Ilith… Hmm… Strong name. My name is Fellow and no I`m not a noble kind” said Fellow finding that the boy was watching him with fear in his eyes.
Ilith calmed down. His heart started to slowly come back at its normal beat and after a minute Ilith smiled back. He made a step forward sticking his little hand on the face of Fellow. He ignored the slight shiver of the man and stood there following the shape of his face. Fellow took his cloak and put it over the boy letting the dark and silver clothing to shine in the light of the torch. He was the high-thief of the Silver Wolfs.
“Come Ilith! Tonight you eat and sleep in a house or you prefer to stay here and die of cold?”
Ilith followed him smiling all the time. Almost running beside the thief trying to keep up with the big step of Fellow. He was happy… Fellow was his first friend.
They melted in the darkness of an muddy alley. Again the cold, the darkness, the snow.
I really need help here... Its very small and i think something is missing. review pls.
