Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
Valdun took note of the boy, who had sat next to him. 'Anthoter strange character.' He continued to eat his apple, not even glancing in the boy's direction. He didn't like interracting with others, especially the people at this school. He would not group him in with the others just yet. Making assumptions was a bad trait and he knew that every individual was different, which could be observed by looking at him and his younger brother.
After finishing his piece of fruit, he took a sip of his water and reached into his coat. He withdrew a small pocket book. Unlike when he was memorizing his dictionary, this was an actual book with a story. Some stories were actually tolerable, compare to the happy fairy tales that Evrun seemed to enjoy. That kind of happiness didnt exist in this world, so making a story about it was illogical. The book on his hands was much more complex and contained deep meaning. You could actually relate to it, if you had been through a similar pain that the main character experienced.
After finishing his piece of fruit, he took a sip of his water and reached into his coat. He withdrew a small pocket book. Unlike when he was memorizing his dictionary, this was an actual book with a story. Some stories were actually tolerable, compare to the happy fairy tales that Evrun seemed to enjoy. That kind of happiness didnt exist in this world, so making a story about it was illogical. The book on his hands was much more complex and contained deep meaning. You could actually relate to it, if you had been through a similar pain that the main character experienced.