Naturally, you screamed out of shock.
"Whoa! Hey [name] you don't have to scream! Geez you scared poor Gilbird." Gilbert, a friend of Elizaveta, said while his bird flew back to perch itself on his shoulder.
"Well you try not screaming when a bird is right in front of your face without warning!" You retorted.
"Pfft I'm too awesome to scream like a wimp!" claimed Gilbert as he cackled.
"Gil what are you doing here?" asked Elizaveta.
"Well uh " stammered Gilbert, which was a shock to you as he never stammered before.
"Well?" Eliza and you questioned.
"I was going to ask [name] to prom Since I know that Elizaveta is already going with Roddy and I didn't think anyone else asked her " Gilbert explained quickly.
Just south of a small village, deep in a thick forest, there once was a clearing with a stream and a crooked house. Visitors were rare, yet rumours were plenty, but the man who lived in the small house did not care for company, and was glad that stories of ghosts and demons granted him his solitude. He did not leave his home unless he was desperate for supplies, but even then he would always venture into the village with a cloak and would avoid human contact at any cost.
The man himself was unusually tall, with a long pale face and dazzling dark blue eyes. His hair was golden, tame and short, but long enough to have the breeze dance with the strands. Rectangular spectacles constantly slid down the bridge of his slim nose, and his pink lips had long-forgotten how to smile. He always looked serious and whenever anyone did catch a glimpse of him, they were quite intimidated by his height and mournful expression.
The nameless man was one day sitting in