章 1: I
The town of Claremont Port had been gifted with the divinely known falls that always attracted the eyes of every tourist. Over the years, the town became widely known, becoming one of the top 10 places to visit in America. Turner Hill was delighted to see such an increase in the town's population. He'd lived there his whole life, practicing his sport and collection, which he kept under his roof. Despite living there his whole life, Turner did not have any friends, or neighbours, being situated in the farthest and most pacific part of the town, at the top of the mountains. Even after being now 65 years old, his body remained strong as he did not mind climbing up and down the mountain every time. Nobody knew much about him, but there were rumours about his passive behaviour. Despite not talking to anyone, Turner observed everything and everyone; he knew everyone better than they knew themselves.
Turner was a pacific and quiet man, but he had desires and emotions like everyone else; however, what he had shared with some people in the town, is that he desired to have a kid of his own.
"I won't be here forever to continue carrying this legacy. My main priority is to have a son as capable as me, though I might die in the attempt of raising him," he said as he sipped the last of his cup of rum. Everyone looked at him confused, and the questions continued to rise as the years passed.
There was one thing that everyone had missed, in the account of the millions of visitors that the peaceful town received; missing posters started to appear in every corner. The police became alarmed at the turn of the events though this didn't seem to impact the population's growth.
As he headed up the mountain, Turner sat down and took a long breath. He knew well his sporting tactics were coming to an end, though as he looked to the side and observed the black sack resting on the floor, his hopes didn't drop. Once again, he stood up, grabbed the heavy sack and didn't stop walking until he reached his house. Regardless of being so far up the mountain, the air was thinner than most would suggest and much warmer.
Turner dropped the sack on the floor, and a loud cry came out of it. He sighed in relief from being so far away from everyone else. He was able to work peacefully, and without worry, he unzipped the bag, revealing a small boy with tears running down his cheeks.