As it rose to 3:00 am, they started doubting their own King. It was a sin against the King, yes, but... All they saw was trees rustling, badgers wondering and possums running with their children on their back. There was no one there. No human. They're animals and air. Air and animals aren't human, closest is our cousins. Which.. They think is a gorilla. Again, not much knowledge. But they knew it was no human. So they looked away and began listening, resting. This was a mistake.

There WAS someone there. For once, the King was right. They just blended heavily into the background since it was dark. If they had looked for a blue scribbled pencil colour, they'd see him. But they were blind as bats. They couldn't see the person behind the trees. He was slick, silent, and quick. He was peering from behind a willow tree, which had a splatter of orange on it since it had children throw paint at it to 'make it a orange tree'. They didn't know that orange was a fruit, but this boy did.

This wouldn't be 'important' but.. Remember, this town had not much knowledge of the world. So they didn't know a orange was a fruit. They knew of dragonfruits, which they ate all the time, but never a orange or apple.

So that's why it was mentioned. The boy knew what oranges were, which is why he's partially dangerous. He knows too much. He doesn't praise the King blindly like all the helpless bats of the village, because he can see unlike those poor innocent children, he isn't like them. He can see all knowledge. He can see all lies. He sees the flaws. He sees everything, even behind his mask which hides what monster he is.

As he sat there, he realised how lazy the prey was. God, he could choke them. Their God could.

Yes, he worshipped a god. Not the King, he worshipped a god without a name. He was his motivation. Though he didn't make it clear what he was doing, he made it clear he was no ordinary boy. Who praised the King. He loved his other God, the God without a name.

As he stayed still, he suddenly stepped out. His bare feet pressing against the bushy tall grass, tickling his shins and his foot stepping into the hard but dusty soil. He held his feet high as he stepped to the gate. Peaceful. They're peaceful. What a funny feeling, he never felt peaceful. Again, they're blind. He isn't. Being blind in this village is more peaceful then seeing all. You can be shocked from seeing all. That is how the town 'reverts' the seeing bats. But some seeing bats can rebel. They have no rules. They're committing... Well. Anarchy.

God, he wanted to see them be torn. Well, you know what? It's funny being silent.. So.. He can get close to the prey, right?

The boys weren't even looking, as they were blinded by their own talking. The moon seemed to be a snitch to the boy when he stepped up behind them, because as the moon shifted, they saw a human shadow. They felt a jolt strike up their bodies as they hurdled themselves backwards, stumbling and almost snapping their poor veiny wrists. They saw him.

He was pale, not like a normal human, what they saw pale. No. He was deathly pale. Or, what they could see of it. His skin was like the moon was partially in his skin. He had a turtle neck, which covered his neck. He had some fluff stuffed in there, which must've been why he wasn't freezing  he also seemed to have a properly sized jacket with fluff also in it, but.. The sleeves were low. Like it didn't fit. He didn't show his hands. He had pants on, which seemed to be sweatpants that had worn out at the bottom, since it looked muddy and torn. He was still barefoot, seeming to have them not clear, but with a abundance of bandaids all over his shins and even some on his feet. But there was also a abundance of healing cuts or scars.

What's weird is how they didn't see his face. Not because of the shadow, but.. He wasn't showing it. He had a mask on. It was a greyish blue with a very light blue face on it. The 'eyes', as they assume, looked like lines together, which, to readers, it was like a he took a DNA look but instead of doing the classic squiggle mixing, it looked a lot more sharp and zig zag like. If it was a knife, it'd cut you straight open. That's how sharp it looked. His 'mouth' had a more curved shape, like a animal mouth. It wasn't a smile or frown, it was like a sorta mouth but at the two sides which went from ear to ear, started with teeth, then went down into a smile.

As they quickly stood, he tilted his head in a confusing manner. They probably thought he was confused on where he was, but he wasn't. He knew what they were doing, he knew what he was doing, standing in front of them when he's only half the size of them, and in feet, they'd be at least six foot one or six foot generally. He was half of that, so he was much smaller and looked a lot weaker. As they drew knives, looking around to calling others. They felt a bright light shine at them, before they looked, they were almost actually blinded by brightness, white brightness, like the moon had suddenly dropped and was like the sun but white.

When it went off and others arrived, he was gone.

Just one single feather...