It was a quiet spring morning in the small city of Avila. The sun was just barely beginning to rise. Everything was quiet and dark. The birds were waking, ready to start the day. The wind softly blew, speaking of good tidings and enchantment. The beautiful lavender flowers began to open, letting their scent fill the air. The lush green trees waved hello to creatures passing by.
Walking along the small dirt road, was a teenage boy, named Orin. He was about fifteen or sixteen in age, and was 6’1” in size, an average height for kids his age. He had long, fiery red hair, that flowed in the wind, and glowed when sunlight shone upon him. His eyes, an ocean blue color, sparkled with happiness and creativity. On his body, he wore a crystal blue hoodie, and denim jeans. He carried a small sketch pad, filled with drawings of magical places, and creatures.
It was an odd time for someone like him to be out this ear