Chapter 0 Siris- Prologue

Everyone knew the boy who lived in a cardboard box in the middle of brook street, the orphan who would never find a family, everyone who looked upon him knew that he was different. He had a desolate, dazed stare that made his pale blue-steel eyes look extremely eerie. so no one has ever approached him. Those that have found that as soon as they walk towards him, the boy’s stare changes into one of coldness and death, the people getting into a cold sweat as soon as that stare changed and couldn't approach any longer. All the most that people would do was leave food by the corner for him, and anyone watching the boy at that point would find a warm flash in his eyes before returning back into that eerie stare again.

it was another day like before, the boy sat there again, it was a dreary day, the boy looked up towards the grey clouds, his eyes carrying countless emotions that couldn't be expressed, and limitless amounts of memories that are forbidden to be told. the boy heard the familiar sound of fighting down the alleyway that he called his home, and saw a familiar face over the past year, a bullied boy. he would normally leave the boy be but he remembered the kindness the boy showed in the food he would bring him every week, so he got out of his box. those that regularly walk this street stopped for this shocking sight, the boy revealed his true height of 2 m, as the tattered cloak fell off his body, the surrounding people would see a toned and muscular body, and as he walked down the alleyway those close enough to hear could not hear even the slightest sound of footfall and those that witnessed were reminded of a different animals that prey upon others, wolves, panthers. and a cold shiver would pass down their backs.

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i guess i should pay my debts he said to himself as he walked towards the bullies. the bullies didn't make notice him until he said to them “leave the boy alone” the bullies turned around to him, angry at being interrupted the middle bully turned around “and why should we? and any way, who are you to tell us what to do?” the other bullies snickered and the same bully walked toward him and then, looking at him, pushed him into the refuge bin behind him. they all laughed and carried on with the young boy, but a minute later they felt a sense of dread unlike anything they felt before. sweat came at an astonishing rate on the three’s body. they all turned around to see the boy stand up and look at them with a stare of unimaginable coldness and death, filled with fear the three bullies moved their bodies without even thinking, fear telling them to fight, survival instincts kicking in. but in 1 second flat the three bullies were knocked out.

the boy went down towards the young boy and picked him up like nothing, the young boy witnessed everything and, he said in awe “who are you?” he looked down towards the boy and, with a smile full of warmth, he answered “ I am Siris”.

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How do people fell about his so far? Mysterious enough?