16/6/16

The stormed raged on and everyone was evacuated, or so they thought. A young boy with the body of an animal of some sorts was sitting, just sitting while everyone was leaving.

He wasn’t always this way, he was once real boy until he got cursed. Everyone says there is no such thing as fairies which is but there is such thing as cursors.

Anyway the lighthouse hadn’t much longer till the wind will knock it down and the boy sat feeling glum. The wind whipped at it and then he and the lighthouse were no more.