As she sat down her eye catches another face on the chart. Behind the old man There was laying literally inside the pile of hay a young boy. Maybe age of 10.
His hair was pitch black and was messy as birds nest. Dirt was also covering his face and what came to his clothing. The old man had simple farmer clothing but the clothing of this boy was even more pitiful. He was staring Mizhana laying on his tummy totally still and silent.
When Mizhana's eyes met his he didn't even blink his eyes but Mizhana was able to feel strange aura. Cold, reserved and something she couldn't put name on.
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