VERY MANY YEARS AGO (SIDE STORY 3) <VARZIEL'S POV>

Varziel's lips parted, but no sound came out. He lowered his head and allowed his wings to cover his face, hiding it from the kind-eyed girl.

"You don't want to talk about it?" Arella asked as she picked up a stick that was on the floor.

He peeked through his wings and shook his head slowly. "I..." he began, his voice trembling. "My father... he left me here. He said it was safe here."

Arella tilted her head, her long golden hair cascading over one shoulder. Her locks of hair reminded him of sunlight, and he terribly wanted to touch it, even if it was just a strand. He glanced down at his fingers for one second, and his grimy, dirty skin stared back at him, as if haunting him for having such thoughts.