Night sounds filled his ears. Crickets blended their solos into an orchestra of melody. Here was where he found peace. The only place that felt like home. For many years he had come to this garden. He was but a boy, when he started coming here at night. The soothing sounds of the fountain whispered his forgotten past.
Though the widow woman had cared for him, he knew she was not his mother. Only tiny fragments of his childhood broke through to his memory. He had to walk for nearly a day to reach the beautiful manor. Somehow he knew, it had once been his... his home...
