The Fallen Star - Prologue
An old man walked closer to a young boy. The boy appeared to be quite young, he was roughly fourteen or fifteen winters old. The boy had a serious look on his face, and his eyes were bright blue, blue like ice, or like the winter sky at dusk. His hair was bright blonde, and it fell down on to his shoulders as large locks. The man, in turn, had grey, short hair, and a short, stubbly beard. The man had yellow eyes, but the boy did not mind it, because he had grown used to his eyes. It was clear that the man had been at least a warrior, he had a strong upper body. It was a cold, winter night, and the stars shone brightly in the night sky. The man sat down next to the boy, and warmed his hands on the fire they had made earlier. He proceeded to take a sip from the cup of tea he had nearby, and after clearing his throat he started to speak: "Do you know why there are stars, boy?"
The boy, still having a serious expression, spoke in an uncertain tone: "Because... erm.., they are here to light