Fly away to safety.

This life is cruel and cold.

Catch the one who loves you.

The story will unfold.

"Have you heard? There's a new girl in the village."

"I heard she doesn't talk at all."

"No, she talks, she just doesn't talk much."

"She's very quiet when she does."

"She's so mysterious. What a weirdo."

Lilly walked past her new judgemental  neighbors. Their comments didn't faze her. She walked past, going to the library.

Nearby, a boy who was known as the best poet and artist in the town walked into the same library, holding his scetchbook and notebook. He saw her.

She's new. He watched as she looked at the books, running her hands along the spines. He couldn't stop looking at her. She eventually picked a book and sat down to read.

The boy, who was named Adwin Rider, began to sketch her. He carefully added every detail of her black hair, her light, cloud-like, grey eyes, her inexpressive pale face. He then worked on her body, the gentle curves, her grey shirt, her dark blue pants, and every little wrinkle and shadow. He finished it by drawing her arms and hands, her feet, and the book. She seemed to either be reading very slowly or not even reading at all. She hadn't turned the page at all. Adwin, confided, looked at the book, then at her. 

She was looking at him.

He acted like he hadn't noticed, looking back down at his sketchbook. However, she had already seen him.

"Whatcha drawing?" She asked, interested in this man.

"Um... I'm drawing, uh, a dream?" He quickly came up with a response. She giggled.

"Okay then. Well, I'm Alora. What about you?"

"I'm Adwin..."

Alora smiled. "Okay. Well, I need to get to work, it's about nine. See ya."

Adwin nodded. Where does she work...?

Alora left. Adwin sighed, wondering who she was. As hewondered, he started coloring it in.

Light cloud grey, pale, dark gold hair...