Ackley: a dweller in the oak tree meadow
Looking as far as he could , it was all for his taking, he could take in the beauty, venture into its glory . He could keep going as far as he could. But he stood still, because for him the existence of it was enough.
But he had a curious mind he was only a child , ten years of age. Who could blame him if he wanted to know more, about the unknown and he was all by himself. even at this age he knew he preferred it that way.
What disturbed him most were the people talking to him from within, he knew they were only voices they did not exist outside of him. But they were fun. He still couldn't understand that this was just his character developing and getting many new faces. He painted faces upon the voices and gave them some of his treasures. Each had one to themselves.
The boy had been so luck so far because he had found many a mysterious things, some sparkling and some dark by nature. He like collecting them for the voices. out of all of them he cared least for this mask he found along with a dagger and a sack full of stones of different colours and flat round bright things.
Just so that you know, the boy was alone, he knows this old man who visits him once in a while , he was the one who taught him how to speak. He never really understood the concept of being alone he just knew that this is how it is going to be after all he had his voices and treasures . If he had more he wouldn't know what to do with it. But the old man always made him good food different food nothing you could pluck from the trees or snatch from the water.
He never enjoyed eating those really fidgety things that lived in the water. But he found them entertaining ad he watched the little ones jump out of the water time and again. And every time the glowing disc moved lower and disappeared the little ones glow , they give the cold dead water... life.
