Sydil

It was almost ten o'clock and Will was hungry. He had started reading one of the books from his little bookshelf, and he was so caught up in it that he had ignored various signals from his stomach, telling him that he was hungry. Will was just getting out some bread when he heard a knock at the door. Who could be here this late at night? He put his bread aside and went to answer the door. Hopefully it would be a quick caller, Will was hungry, and he didn't having anything to offer a guest. Most of the time he fixed himself a sandwich, but that wasn't something he would offer a guest. He would just have to wait until his visitor left to eat.

I have been walking the streets for hours now with no destination, no purpose. As I look up at the stars glittering brightly, I think of him. He was Strata, and the night sky was his element. He loved to sit on the roof and stare up at the stars. He would lose track of time and stay up there all night if we let him. It was an unspoken rule that the last one to go to bed made sure he was in the house. I wonder where he is now, where life has taken him since we last parted. If he has someone to make sure he doesn't stay on the roof all night, or if he even has a roof to watch the stars on. I haven't spoken to him in five years, haven't seen hi