Erno had always been a peculiar boy. There were many children in the village before  Sunfire, but he rarely spoke to them. They taunted him for his silence and he was prone to crying. It was unsettling when he looked at you because his eyes were two different colors. Fortunately he never looked at anyone for too long. Sometimes he looked at me, and I smiled at him when I saw it, but he would usually turn away quickly. Every so often he would smile back. 

His family lived in a very small house on the outskirts of town. His father helped the farmers with their harvest, and his mother spun yarn and sold simple woven blankets in town. When Erno was young, he helped his mother with the combing of the wool. When he grew older, he went out into the fields with his father and his arms became stronger and his eyes fiercer. 

One day, Erno said hello to me. He said very little else, but that was ok. By this time he had grown tall and his chest broad. After that day, he would sometimes take my hand and we would leave town and walk together in silence through the fields. He brought me sweets that his mother made, and I knew that they were a special gift because his family had so very little. I always smiled as I ate them, and that made him happy.