The first rays of light shone through the tops of glistening treetops. The days first dew collected and refracted the light.
It was the first day of the new year. Johan slept fitfully through the chorus of birds and symphony of crickets.
Squirrels chattered amongst themselves, and the whole forest was alive with noises. There was never any silence.

As Johan awoke, he rubbed his eyes of their tiredness, and yawned his last yawn. He stood up, and ambled over to his
mahogany wardrobe. He picked out suitable clothes for the day. Unaware, that in a couple hours, the wedding would start. Johan stared blankly at his clock, trying to figure out, what his schedule was. His eyes flew wide open as he
realized the answer. He darted across the room, grabbing what he needed. Johan with a half of a strudel in his mouth,
sprinted out of his home, disturbing the chorus of nature, with crumbs flying behind him.

“Where is he?” Lady Fondir inquired. “Johan will come. Just give him some time.” the man at her side replied.
“He would never miss such an important day.”I did not raise him like that.” The wedding march was playing,
and everyone was getting ready for a memorable day. Suddenly, a majority of loud noises were issuing from the kitchen. Everyone turned just in time to see Johan shriek as he tripped on his shoelace, and flipped his way into the cake. Gasps were present from every gaping mouth in the chapel. Johan glanced up towards his audience, and found
the eyes of many boring into his skull. A slight grin made it’s way into his face.

“How could you, how could you!” his father was too busy shouting at Johan, he didn’t even hear the knock at the door. “Get that boy!” he snarled. Johan quickly obeyed and swiftly glided over to the knocks. He opened the door a crack, and saw and unfamiliar face. One that had the seriousness of an adult, but could also possess the humor of a child. “I would like to see the father of the household please.” He said in a stern voice. Johan’s father came up and asked if the man would like a cup of tea. He politely refused and instead, handed Johan’s father a piece of parchment.
“You may find the letter quite disturbing.” he replied with pressed lips. As Johan’s father read on, tears fell from his eyes as he repeatedly refused to believe the letter. Johan took a swift glance, and his eyes too, widened.

If you like i will add more to Ch 1.~Just tell me!