Eleven
The Child of Storm
Solus grew up in Twin Valley as a child, his name then was Seph. The town was small and boring, so a young Seph threw a porcelain pumpkin at a church window on Hallows’ Eve. The sound of the smash wiped the grin off his face and he ran into the night. He ran down the lane, undetected by the trick-or-treaters. He wore a zombie mask with a realistic gash wound across its empty eye sockets. His mask made a little girl cry at the first house he went to. He took the mask off. His grey eyes were intense like a coming storm.
“It’s just a mask,” he tried to comfort her.
Her mother tried to comfort her, his two friends Jake and Simon laughed when they were out of earshot. Seph still felt bad. Despite instilling fear in little girls, the zombie-mask year reaped the most
