“He’s a monster,”
They told me.
“He’s dangerous!”
They whisper.
This boy…
He blew into town on a spring breeze.
He says he doesn’t know
Anything.
Who is he?
The golden haired stranger…
Where did he come from?
That village in the mountains…
Why him?
A hero…
Why here?
This quiet town…
Why me?
This strange girl…
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