Ion has been here in the Cloud village for about four years or so now. Even after all this time young Ion never really could get used to the larger city life.
He was only out here because his original home life became rather confusing and overwhelming. The boy had dreams but staying in a place where you did
not feel welcomed or loved dampened his dreams. Ion was thankful though, thankful that he had a grandfather who cared so much about him. Cared enough
to bring Ion under his arms and let him rest in such a wonderful village. .
He took his grandfathers advice to go out and explore the wide ranges of things the Cloud village had in store and was told to go find kids his own age
and make friends. This was not entirely easy for Ion though. He was a rather shy kid who would rather have his face in a book and had gravitated to the book
stores and libraries before he did other people.
Walking down the main path, Ion just let his feet do the moving. He was not sure where he was going or what to look for. To him it did not matter. He would glace a
round but nothing seemed to catch his eyes. People would either ignore Ion or stop for a second and stare. Stare at what though? Sure Ion was not from this village but that would not make him an out cast now would it? He brushed off this thought and continued walking. It was not until someone else stopped stared where he realized what the problem was. This person remarked about something on Ion's little face but most notedly his eyes. This person remarked on how odd and bright they seemed.
Ion's sweat dropped and soon ran off to hide again. A deep sigh came over him as his face met his refection in a old bucket of water. Ions eyes where weird. No one in his family had them. They where bright orange and slitted like a snakes . Ion really was the odd on in the family. No one has features like him. The dark hair sure, but the weird move colored streak of hair was another thing no one has. Looking deeper at his refection, Ion figured it out. After all this time he understood exactly why his grandfather brought him here. Doubt now filled his mind again. It was the same feeling he had before became to the Cloud village. Ion wondered more about who he was and why he is this way. If a random stranger saw him as weird, who would ever consider the boy with the orange eyes to be their friend?
He was only out here because his original home life became rather confusing and overwhelming. The boy had dreams but staying in a place where you did
not feel welcomed or loved dampened his dreams. Ion was thankful though, thankful that he had a grandfather who cared so much about him. Cared enough
to bring Ion under his arms and let him rest in such a wonderful village. .
He took his grandfathers advice to go out and explore the wide ranges of things the Cloud village had in store and was told to go find kids his own age
and make friends. This was not entirely easy for Ion though. He was a rather shy kid who would rather have his face in a book and had gravitated to the book
stores and libraries before he did other people.
Walking down the main path, Ion just let his feet do the moving. He was not sure where he was going or what to look for. To him it did not matter. He would glace a
round but nothing seemed to catch his eyes. People would either ignore Ion or stop for a second and stare. Stare at what though? Sure Ion was not from this village but that would not make him an out cast now would it? He brushed off this thought and continued walking. It was not until someone else stopped stared where he realized what the problem was. This person remarked about something on Ion's little face but most notedly his eyes. This person remarked on how odd and bright they seemed.
Ion's sweat dropped and soon ran off to hide again. A deep sigh came over him as his face met his refection in a old bucket of water. Ions eyes where weird. No one in his family had them. They where bright orange and slitted like a snakes . Ion really was the odd on in the family. No one has features like him. The dark hair sure, but the weird move colored streak of hair was another thing no one has. Looking deeper at his refection, Ion figured it out. After all this time he understood exactly why his grandfather brought him here. Doubt now filled his mind again. It was the same feeling he had before became to the Cloud village. Ion wondered more about who he was and why he is this way. If a random stranger saw him as weird, who would ever consider the boy with the orange eyes to be their friend?
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