As the sodium lamp lit up the small of the alley,the silhoutte of a tall girl with touseled brown hair,was reflected on the damp wall.Her eyes were travelling across the mural,as she walked steadily around the aisle. The soft,light air was lifting strands of her hair and making them gracefully fall against her slightly sunken cheeks. Her cheeks had a soft touch of pink from the biting cold and her lips were bitten down and blood- red from the frequent chilly winds. It was early december, and everyone was indeed scuffled up in their warm blankets in impassable anticipation of overcoming the outrageous cold. Light snowflakes were already up on the gutters and pitched roofs of the city's houses.

She gracefully came to a stop onto where the yellow hue of the sodium light faded.Settled on her throat, gleamed a blood-red ruby pendant,coiled around her slender furrowed neck was an ivory chain, to which it clung. The pendant shimmered like a moonstone in the soft lunar light. "Livvy,Livvy,Livvy," articulated from the lean body that immersed suddenly from within the shadows. His shoulders were covered with a sued bomber jacket and underneath he wore a plain flannel shirt. His skinny denim-jeans and alparagatas, made him look like a fresh man on his way to school in the morning. "Always, as punctual as the first day I see," he pulled out a chunk of metal from his jacket,that somehow resembled a shard of dusty lead."You fascinate me always," with that said, as a quick as a flick of light, the calloused hand flung the metal into the air, and with suave, grabbed at the gladius that replaced the metal junk, and flicked its point against Livia Hemsworth's supersternal notch. Unstartled, Livia, stared coldy into the mirth-ful placid eyes of the boy,who had a grin spread over his delicate mouth. He strutted his neck and Livvy could visibly see the narrow branches of blood vessels which streamed up his immaculate skin. "So now, miss Hemsworth, kneel down and beg for mercy."he chirped in an exited tone."I needn't do that, "Livia's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate through his irises,"At least not until you've probably gotten what you want."The boy studied her fiery, rage-filled eyes closely, leaned back, and melted into a heartfelt laugh. Livia's voice broke into his laughter, "When do I get to meet her?". The boy slowly regained himself back. His pastel eyes glimmered in the ample light the moon was offering.

Livvy sometimes wondered whether he was a dream that she might be watching in a troubled sleep. She even begged for it to be like that, begged and prayed for everything to go back to normal, like it was always. However,painfully,it never did. The silver-haired boy she was leering at was, unfortunately, indeed not a dream, nor a nightmare, or a fairy ou of a book. He was maybe the most impossible reality she could imagine right now. Three weeks before, she would have laughed away at the fact of something like this to be even real. Perhaps she would have only believed it as one of the many fairytales her younger sister,Li, would have read her. Li, Lytallia Hemsworth,her Li. It pained her heart to think about her and be aware that ,she, now,was lost in a faraway land that even Livia knew not of.Li,The soft hand that always held onto hers wherever she went. She shivered inside as the fear and uncertainty of not being able to see her again struck her heart like sharp tips of javelin.

The boy who had been ruffling and stroking his light, silver tresses of hair, now looked at her keenly."Do you talk like this with everyone you meet, or am I just an exception?". His eyes were searching hers, bit Livvy simply shook her head and asked again, "When do I get to see her?". The boy seemed to have hesitated, but Livvy wasn't sure, for he simply parted his lips and said, "You will, very soon, after I'm done with some pending work I still have left-you know the usual." He tucked in the gladius in one of the several pockets of his jacket, tilted his head up at her and with a short smile turned away. " I will be back after two nights at the same location and time as today's.", the boy stated. As she began to take a step toward him, as suddenly as he had comed, with a swift wave of his hand, he glanced at her for the last time and was engulfed by the shadows of night. Livvy gasped and exhaled to relieve the tightness in her chest and filled her lungs with the fresh night-air. Sne blinked as the air mercifully carried away the brine from the soft tendrils of her eyelashes. Her eyes travelled to the path where the boy had stood, but in that very spot, in his place was only a little crumpled novajo paper.