Today was a day like every other, nothing special changed on the outside and many people enjoyed that. Another day where the sun shined high in the sky, though people in this side of town did not have the luxury of being able to embrace the warm rays of the sun for too long.
The walls of Aragorn seemed impregnable with their white and shiny exterior coupled with the city guards planted between equally spaced distances. Such a time in this area, within the slums of the "great" city Aragorn, it would be hard to fend for yourself. Many people starve and even many more fall into a pit of deprivation to keep their heads above water. Though, can you blame them? i'm sure i would do the same.
Within the streets of the horrid and departed area of the city, peasants on their way to make a living for themselves watch in pity as a boy finds his way around the unhygienic street. Riddled with vendors selling various items belonging to monsters, now slain by the heroes who arrogantly waltz around the city. Every townsman no matter who they were, felt bad. They knew the child by no name yet referred to him as a corpse.
Though they didn't name him that in spite, everyone around here was the same as him, a walking corpse. Barely living through the day is how they relate to him.
Even though they relate, what makes him different is his eyes; or rather, lack of.
With a height of 172 centimeters, and a weight of 120 pounds, the boy is skinny and not full of much muscle. Long jet black hair, and a porcelain face that caves in due to malnutrition, the boy is quite handsome. Wearing a normal black tunic, a black pair of pants, he would be quite a looker if it was not for his lack of health.
People in the town do not have time to bother him though, they all have their fair share of work to do, unless they become like the boy, emaciated and starving.
But no matter how much they wish to not be like him, they admire him.
The boy, who could not find his way around the street, was looking for the river not so far away.
Although he is not able to see, he can hear the faint stream, the fish, and the sound of fisherman reeling in their catch. The boy, who gave himself the name Rayn, drools after thinking of such a potential meal.
With no more family to go home to, and a world to himself, he is peaceful.