"Is that a child…?" One of the knights muttered.
The others followed his gaze.
High above them, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, was a lone figure.
Small.
Far too small.
At first glance, he looked no older than ten years old.
The wind tossed his silver hair wildly around his face, yet he made no effort to move away from the cliff's edge.
"Why is there a child here?" another soldier asked, frowning.
"Could he be lost?"
"No child should be wandering around the border alone."
The riders exchanged uneasy glances.
Something felt wrong.
The boy had not moved since they spotted him. He simply stood there, looking down at them.
Watching. Waiting. Waiting for something, or someone.
The soldiers instinctively tightened their grips around their weapons.
A strange chill crept down several of their spines.
Then the child tilted his head slightly.
A simple movement.
An innocent one.
Yet it somehow caused the entire group to fall silent.
