It was a dark and cold raining night, the wind was blow hard, bending the trees with there great blow. A young boy at 19 landed gently on the ground from taking flight from where ever he came from and so the school in the dark cold air, the cold wasn't doing anything to the boy and the boy could care less about the rain, "this must be the place", said the boy as he walks towards the school. The rain as drenched him all the way through but he did not care, he stops at the door to the school and realized that it was late and no one would be there, "I well come back tomorrow", he turned around and his black wings came out of his back and took flight and disappeared into the night.
