Chapter One
Rays of sun flowed into the small, clean room. Bright rays. Beautiful rays. Although it was only 6 am, it was already a beautiful morning. No sign of rain. The beds, there were three, were empty except for one. Blond hair was across the pillow was all that could be seen as the figure in the bed rolled over. He sighed softly, and turned over again, trying to get comfortable. Eyes opened slowly. A sigh could be heard, and the eyes closed again, but opened up shortly after, as if the person laying there knew it was time to get up but didn't want to leave the warmth of his bed. Another sigh, and the figure rose, throwing the covers off of him and quickly standing up, not caring that the covers landed in a mess on the floor. Now a black cloak could be seen, complete with red clouds painted on it. It was an unusual choice of clothing for some, but obviously not for this man. He walked slowly to the door of the small room, yawning, his long blonde hair falling into his eyes. He didn't bother to brush it away as he quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Home 
