#princeoftherebellion

           Something felt off. Normally when he paraded about town he would go by unnoticed, unseen by the majority. Maybe the occasional animal or baby giving him a glance or gurgle, acknowledging his spiritual presence. In ways the young boy thought it was kind of cool, he could get away things he could only dream of when he was alive (well he presumed). But today seemed strange, he had met the eyes of three living people as he walked, his bright amber eyes following one of them now. That was until, as his head turned to watch the rest of his body collided into something else. Stumbling back he yelped, rising his arms out of instinct.