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It’s not that he doesn’t like the sunshine. No, that’s definitely not the reason that he’s standing by the house simply lingering in the shadow. And don’t take the blank expression on his face as a cue to think he’s mentally monotone. Because that’s just the way his face is. His skin isn’t paper white because he’s anti-sun either. He loves the sun; he’s just not allowed to be in it. His hair may be white, but he’s not even twenty years of age.  His eyes may have been vibrant green at one point, but now they are a light silvery color. Though his face is still his own, his will is broken. Spirit crushed. He, like the many others like him, is a servant. He is a servant in a household, which is not his. The adults are neither his parents, nor the children his brothers and sisters. He is alone. However he is not allowed to feel scared.

He is not allowed to feel anything at all.

Author's Note

Chapter Zero. (Prologue)

Reviews

[Calypso]

Great opening. I want to learn more about this character.

[Alex Thomas]

I like this opening. The general statement is intriguing and it engages the reader. In the first line I think you meant 'definitely' not 'defiantly'. Minor error though. Very dehumanizing, the way you've put this. Very interesting. I'll look forward to more from this piece.