It was becoming dark, the sun was setting over the trees, and dusk was settling in as the night started to take it's place in the small village of Somerset. Crickets chirp, birds coo to their kind, and the sounds of nocturnal animals beginning to wake from their slumber begin to fill the air all around. A gentle breeze blows through the trees, making the leaves rustle, and the branches sway.<br/><br/>Though the whole place had what seemed to be a nice atmosphere, calming and quiet, that fact was overrun by the daunting detail that this village...was completely empty of people. It had an eerie feel to it that was in balance to the calm and quiet. No sign of any human could be seen, even though the houses seemed in good condition, despite their Old English appearance, made of stone, wood, and mortar. The cobbled streets were empty, and no fires were lit in the old fashioned lamps that lined the stone sidewalks. Shrubbery and flowers grew neatly in gardens or potted planters, grass grew wildly, uncut and shaggy.<br/><br/>Even though it was a creepy place, a small van could be seen winding through the woods that led straight to that very village, the vehicle containing a mother, father, and their son, having decided to take a sudden mystery camping vacation, the trip was to last two weeks, or even longer if the parents decided to stay. The woodland animals flee when they hear the engine of the van coming near, and birds call out in warning.<br/><br/>In shadows, somewhere in the village, something stirs. Inside one of the houses, a large stone cottage, in a bedroom, a pair of eyes slowly open, revealing glowing blue green eyes, as they do. The being in question could sense what was nearing ever closer, and moving quite fast. A frown tugs at solemn lips, and eyebrows press together. What was going on? Why were there visitors, now of all times? Standing up, they go to the window of the room, and looks out, opening the window to lean outside, a few of the ravens and crows hop aside, but do not fly away as some might expect them to do. They look at him with beady eyes, but he pays them no heed.<br/><br/>The boy, or so it seemed he was, was unique. He wore what appeared to be a prince's war outfit, of the old fashion, his hair was a light blonde, and around his neck was a ornate silver locket. At his waist, connected to a silver chain, was a old fashioned wind up pocket watch, that was still at the moment, it's hands still and not moving, stuck forever at the time that read '12:01'. His hair was disheveled at the moment, having just woken up, and his clothing had a bit of a wrinkly look to them. But that did not matter. He was more interested in finding out what was going on, and just who was making their way to the place.<br/><br/>"Seems...we have visitors."<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/922/9TVqBQ.jpg">[ img ]</a>