Yromothide: 4

Back then, the graveyard was full of greenery everywhere, there was less memorial of the dead people in it. It was an open space under the blue sky. It was beautiful but it was a graveyard, if it tends to be beautiful, it can't be, actually called beautiful. The weeping of the people makes it look like an omen-full place.

It was the time of the morning, the sky was blue, the breezes of summer were blowing on the face of an innocent child, making his big warm tears cold. He was sobbing on the grave of his mother. The sight of seeing him cry can make anybody drowned in their tears. His loud moaning was making the blue sky look grey. He was continuously crying to show his mother that he wants her to come back and don't leave him again. The child can't understand that his beloved mother would never come back to him again. He was longing for the affection of his mother.

The boy has hazy eyes, brown dusky hair and a skinny body. He looked malnourished for a nine-year boy. It is pity on the boy that he has to go through such a thing, at his age,

His mother was the only one, who showed him that the world is not a cold place rather some people living in it are. She was the only one who truly wanted him to live and grew to be a kind man.

Little did his mother know. As soon as she left the child's side, the warmth in the kid would be taken away from him and soon he would go on a journey not to become a kind man. He will become a man who brings destruction to people's lives. Killing them like a barbarian.

The child can't stop his tears from falling out. He was continuously crying over his mother's grave. He wants the affection of his mother back, the warmth of her hug, suddenly small little hands grab him from the back. Slowly patting him, to stop him from crying. The boy felt relieved that he had gotten back what he had wanted.

"Please, don't cry.", the girl said, while tears fell from her own eyes. The boy turns back to see big crystal blue eyes flooded with tears. I don't know why, but maybe the boy fell for her the first time he saw her. That is called the magic of love. Her flowing tinted green blondes are attracting him, he wants to caress them. It looked like he had lost control over his body, his hands moved by themselves to wipe her tears, "I will stop," the boy said in a childish voice, "when you will stop crying.".