Bab 1: A Silent Home/1

3rd person POV

*Crunch* *Crunch* *Crunch*

The snow was crushed with the weight of a boot as it trudged along its path, unable to control its own fate the snow was left to wallow in the permanent night that has swallowed Forheim.

*Creeeeeeeeak*

A warm breeze leaves, as the old door opened greeting the boy who had just entered.

*Stomp* *Stomp*

The snow fell from his boots as he entered the home with heavy steps. The darkness answering his silent greeting.

*Clunk*

A backpack fell onto the floor, the tools attached to it jingled, about to fall off but remained with the help of a rope holding it on.

*Click*

Light graced the room its gift revealing a boy 165cm in height covered with a large black coat and Navy winter trousers, a winter cap sat upon his head the pompom having long been cut off. A white scarf covered the lower half of his face with a pair of goggles protecting his eyes masking the boy to the world.

*Ziiiiiiiiip*

As he took his coat off he lightly shook off any residue snow before hanging it on the hanger beside the door his hat soon followed revealing dark blue hair almost black in colour it was ruffled and decently cut down to his neck. The scarf and goggles were put on a table beside the door as the boy's face was shown, empty green eyes stared across the room their eyes resigned to fate contrasting his pale skin as he continued taking off his winter trousers.

*Thunk*

One would think he was a normal boy if they looked at him now that he wore a pair of black pair of tracksuit bottoms with a blue jumper finishing off the look, leaving the knocked over boots on the floor he walked over to a stove top at the corner of his three room house. He opened the fridge at the corner taking out some vegetables, he continued to the stove and started cooking.

*Sizzle*

The smell of a warm stew filled the room giving it the much needed warmth that life lacked as the stove top fizzled out the stew was transferred to a bowl, the boy then moved to a small table in the centre of the room. Setting the bowl down he went to grab a spoon from the drawer and suddenly!

*Shnk!*

A knife that was too close to the edge fell and stabbed into his arm as he slammed the drawer too hard but the boy didn't seem fazed as he simply grabbed the knife by it's handle and pulled!

*Crack*

One could hear a light cracking sound as wound seemed to freeze over with a layer of ice the boy's face showing no concern over what had happened, a sneer seemed to come over his face a looked at the wound.