There is a small village near the forest that lives peacefully. Although the villagers lived in poverty they were able to live a peaceful sociality life. On one side of the village stood a small hut made of straw, when the rain came crashing, all the contents of the hut would be drenched. When the night came a piercing cold came in and accompanied the owner of the house. The house appears isolated and away from the other buildings around it. Inside the small hut lived an orphaned boy who lived alone, without his parents.
His parents had died since he was very young. The boy had a pale white face that always seemed dull due to the dust and dirt that faithfully stuck on to his skin. He has both sharp round eyes. None of the villagers knew his name and not a few of them did not notice his existence. The boy lived a lonely years without a social life by his side.
The little Gwi was observing the boys of his age pla
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