Taulha

 It was a gentle light, the sun that shone down to the field that day. The breeze was soft and a lone young man lay on his back in the grass, gazing up at the clouds above. His straw-colored hair tickled his nose every so often, but Garen ignored it. With weather as beautiful as this, nothing could bother him. He knew his uncle would be coming to get him soon enough, so he would enjoy the moment of peace while it lasted. Like a child he let a hand rise towards the white fluffs above, allowing himself to imagine for a moment he could grasp them and play with massive mounds of mist. He gasped in surprise when the clouds moved in reaction to his