In a small village near the border of fire country, there was a man. This man was wearing a black top, black jeans with black and white converse. He had a black jacket slung over his shoulder. The man stopped to check his watch. Damn its getting late. He looked out to see the moon from the jagged cliff he was stood upon. The moon stared back at him. When observing one's surroundings one seems to lose track of time. Happiness seemed to overwhelm the man, he looked at his own reflection in the water. he was fascinated by it. Crimson flower petals danced on the surface while a calm wind blew in from the direction of the sea. It caused the mans hair to sway in the wind. He didnt however seem to be effected by it, continuning to stare at his own reflection.
"Edward!" He span round to see who had shouted out his name..