[Aran Kha'Serith]

Aran wasn't sure whether he could trust the two men who were dragging him away to wherever. He didn't trust anyone really, for he feared they would betray him, just like they'd done to his family. The boy would've tried wriggling himself free of their grasp and running away had the blond man not picked him up. Aran wondered why these two men were being so kind. It was rare for him to meet someone who didn't right off judge him because of his dracon blood.

A confused look remained on his innocent face as they came to a makeshift camp, where the blond set the small boy on a bench. Because the half-dracon was so small and pale, it was probably like sitting down a porcelain doll. Aran's blue eyes watched as a cook was called over and placed a large plate in front of him, along with a cup of water. He hadn't seen this much food in quite some time; in truth, not since he was still with Kour. So hungry was Aran that he began to eat immediately, trying to get as much of it as he could into his stomach.

He was finishing the last bits and pieces when he noticed the two men returning...and the workers stopping to look at him. His face turned red with embarassment as he put the piece of food he was eating down and looked down at his feet, trying to avoid eye contact. When they asked him where he lived and why he was wandering about Archadoon all alone, he still kept to his gaze to the ground, speaking in a soft, but solemn voice. "I don't really have a home...I just get passed on from relative to relative. Mama and Papa are dead, and Grandma is too. So I've been living on the street since winter..."