Further down the river coruse form Janin but on the same side a stranger worked his way along the bank, he was a tall skiny youth with naturaly jet black hair, save for a steak of silvery white hanging down ofer the left side of his face. His clothes where ripped and torn, and the dirt and dust of a long traval cinged to him.<br/><br/>Although he looekd ragid and worn, it was nothing comparied to the termoil in his mind, fear of beign followed and of the dangers in this unfamiler land constricted his brain, It swollowed up all of his mind until the only thing keeping him from insantiy was his one tie of a simpiler time, his name<br/><br/>"william,william,william" he muttered over and over again, using it as a life line to sanity.<br/><br/>Willian continued down the bank.