He was wondering alone on an endless night, nothing but his shadow to call his own. He had come a long way like this finding his way all by himself, roaming here & there searching for a purpose, for someone; someone he could call his own, someone for whom he would mean something. He heard some noises at the end of the ally. His pace quickened and so did his eyes glitter with a hope, a hope that was lost. He saw a small crowd wearing masks, "it must be a masquerade party" he thought to himself. In the midst of the crowd and the noises, his eyes feel on a lady standing there, long black hair, magical blue eyes, just like an angel, maybe a godde