Nights are resting hours for all beings. Of course for most people it's the best hour for work, best time for meditation and all activities take place too but tonight turned out to be a horrifying one for an innocent soul in extreme distress and sorrow. A soul filled with abundance of great fear and darkness inside him, the only light that is seen around him is the angry thunderous lightning which came forth from the sky above accompanied by storms and rain pouring down mercilessly on him and on earth but a young boy was too deep in his painful experience to notice. His bare feets walked straight through the paths of the streets as if it was an isle, if course it's an isle, an isle looped with darkness with nothing less than the angry lightnings which roared at him as if they want to devour him. Where he goes he has no idea but just kept on moving to where his feets take him to . His movement came to a halt when his two little legs became weak, they became so weak that he couldn't move any further due to how much he had been running a long time ago, probably, the enemies that took his family away from him would not be able to trace and catch him. A child like him has nothing to think of talk more of what the father did to those hefty men or the business he had with them that made them to come after the poor man and his family but at least it's a good thing that the sharp boy was able to escape. He saw a little shelter along the street, perhaps an abandoned one and quickly gained the energy to run toward it and sat to spend the rest of the night in it. The trauma of what happened along with the cold rain couldn't let him sleep, a young boy like him couldn't bear the pressure of what happened few hours ago, the blood of his dad spilling on the floor through his chest, the same goes to his mum but her neck was cut into two and her sister being forcefully undressed by one of them as she pleaded in pain while he was at the door of the room experiencing the sight of the drama in the sitting room. The little boy has no one to call for help, they are the only family that live in the woods and before you know it his little two legs charged towards the door, luckily the door to leave the house is directly beside the one he was standing at. Knowing fully well that once the monsters are done with his family they would come for him so it's better for him to try his best to live and fight another day.
It has been over three hours of the little boy's patrol around the streets and under the tormenting rain and the accompanied by a thud sound as the little boy slumped and passed out on the wet and muddy floor. He was so weak, so weak that his strength has failed him from moving further, he walked so long to obtain a sheltered place to pass the remaining night but there were no trusted shelters in the woods nor in the public streets. Emmanuel is a very timid and introverted young boy, even the courage to face the strangers is a lot difficult for him, to knock on the doors of the the houses in the street is a very scary thing to do for a child like him who just witnessed horror some few hours ago. The rustling of the leaves along with the chirping sounds of the birds had Emmanuel wake up. It turned out that he slept for two full days and to his shock and fear, he seems to have woken up in a forest, not only that, he is also surrounded by dirty looking strangers, and to his awe, they are naked except for their parts below. The male chests were exposed which was a normal thing but the female exposures kept him in total disbelief. The fact that he is surrounded by these kind of people that he barely know is keeping him uncomfortable right now and the need to call out for his mum became so tense that he shouted mama but the grieving shout was followed by a hot slap forcing him to his right senses. The hot slap itself seems to help him recollect what happened last night making him to break down in tears again. Perhaps, these people are going to butcher him just like his newly lost family. Even the was they are looking at him as if observing the most delicious part of his flesh made him to shiver in fear. For the fact that their eyes are mostly concentrated in his head and face as they sniff him like a hungry dog is very questionable and annoying but when one is in fear, he has no right to be annoyed or angry over something that seems to threaten his life."Young boy, what have you been up to so late at night?" An old crocked voice said as kept on moving his face from right to left in a slow move "perhaps you have made up your mind to surrender yourself to a wild beast to devour", he continued as he recalled how a child was brought to him by one of his men narrating how he captured him lying almost lifeless on the floor of the streets not far away from the forest. Of course the child was almost butchered for consumption but an unknown grace came upon him as the head of the wildlings felt nothing but to keep the poor boy alive.