He kicked a stone in the centre of the path he was walking along, and watched silently as it clattered along the alleyway slowly coming to a stop. The sound of it echoed through the night and filled it with life, if only but for a moment.
His face, a plain emotionless mask was etched with layers of soot and filth. His feet bare. His once strong, lean body now weak and worn clothed in nothing but rags, withstanding the low temperature and chilly winds.
Despite his wretched exterior his heart was alive as ever, beating with the same rhythm it had once begun with, twenty-five years before. Those years, which now seemed a life time away had given him the best memories of his young life. Yet it was a chapter he rarely ever let himself skim over, preferring to shut it all out than to allow the memories to plague him with a gut wrenching hurt, far beyond his comprehension.
His eyes, a piercing perfect blue held within them depths so deep one could easily get lost within their sorrow, drowning in the pain they carried.They were the gateways to his soul, carrying within them secrets so carefully treasured and concealed. If one were to but stare into them, one would be able to see the fire of his anguish and the brightness with which it burnt within him.
It had been a long time now since a smile had reached his eyes, but he was not one to be defeated so easily. He kept his hurt buried deep, locked and chained and hidden from the world.
For now his mind was focused on bigger more important things. He looked up at the horizon and knew he had only an hour to go before the sun would rise. He would be expected to return with enough food to feed two young mouthfuls, his twin brothers now completely dependent upon him and him alone. For them, a life of wretchedness was only just beginning…