EverythingWindWaker

THE NIGHT was still. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the ocean waves. The only thing illuminating the room were the pale streams of moonlight shining through the window. The light was suddenly obscured as a shape traveled across the room. Soft footsteps fell on the cobbled stone floor. They moved with the rhythm of someone who was trying too much to be silent. He reached out his hand, feeling for a certain object on the nightstand. His blind touch finally caught hold of a cylindrical shape, and he crept back away from the table. Quarry obtained, he quietly walked across the room, slipped out the door and went out into the night. The moon, no longer veiled by timber and thatch, shone upon the figure. The light revealed a young boy wearing a blue tunic, and faded tan britches. The breeze ruffled the boy's unkempt straw hair, and his deep green eyes looked to the cosmos. His gaze searched the velvet sky, and he finally found it, a star with a red