The Black Wing Father

[Guest]

"Boring, boring, boring! There nothing to do?"
The day had started like any other. With starving in the morning after dashing out the infirmary like always. He knew that one day his inability to remember maps would kill him. Walking the camp was a pain but, he did it continuously so that he could remember. After the fifth time passing the big house he figure he walk down to the lake. Dashing pass some people and bumping into some kid with wing feet he finally made it to the lake.
"Guess i will sit here for a few. Looking into the lake as the rippled make the color of the dark bottom glow."
He always found peace looking at nature. We at least when he was not dying of hunger.