Nine whole years the boy spent in the cold River of Souls, passing nine straight winters in a row. All alone, he felt as the tides washed over his skin. The feeling of his own body thrown into this abyss-like stream by his own blood felt like yesterday; no, as if it were the second before. He's spent more time in the dark than he would with his 'family'.. perhaps he was already dead to begin with.
Until he saw that shining, bright light in the distance.
The little boy rose from the water, head up high looking towards the illuminated sky. Was it one of what people called the stars? Or is it just a flaming arrow, signaling for war?
" ...?! " He winced as he saw someone not far from him- interrupting his thoughts. It seemed like someone who was around his age. The boy had no clue why he could think so vastly after spending so much time in the dark,
" Who's there?! " How he could speak perfect language, be in proper clothing, survive the River of Souls..
..But all those questions can be left unanswered for the moment. He needed to protect himself from whoever lurks there.