The dry leaves from the tree branches as it stood tall in the verse field. A boy stood in front of the tree, its shade hovering over his head.
Amilek had his hands crossed in front of him as he gazed deep at the tree branches as if waiting for someone. Today he clocked six years old, but his mother had forgotten his birthday. He was not offended, just lonely.
Micah was walking towards the tree with a book in her hand; she had formed a habit of reading under the tree at the back of the palace field. Her green gown rubbed the grass as she made her way to where Amilek was.
"What are you doing here?" She asked rather pensively. Amilek still had his hand crossed in front of him, gazing at the tree; he didn't spare Micah a glance.
"What do you see me doing?" He questioned bluntly.
"Gazing a
