13th day of Fall, 511
The small boy stood in the middle of the road, the crowd jostling past him. He had been wandering the city for hours now, exploring this wonderful place. His steps had never faltered as he had went through the town. However this was where he couldn't take another step. Without realizing it he had become completely lost. He had no place to go, yet was getting tired. Turning in a circle in the street he started looking up at all the buildings around him. He knew he shouldn't stay in the street like that, people were starting to give him odd looks, but he couldn't help it. He felt the weight of his loneliness at that moment. He was alone. He had no one to rely on to help him find a place to sleep. He knew he should have stopped and went into that center but it was to late. Opening his mouth to ask the nearest person which direction he should go he suddenly caught himself and snapped his jaw shut. He had gotten himself into this mess and he could get himself out. Turning around he started sprinting off, determined to find his way around without asking for help. However he should have been more careful, and found himself running head first into someone.