Krazykat0

A young boy in large robes that draped, one size too big over his body, walked through the thick crowd of the bazaar.  He was pushed and shoved and jabbed and poked by the crowd as he tried to find an open area to rest.  He had fallen many times already from people stepping on his robes and dirt covered his bruised body.  He finally got some air by sidestepping into an alleyway.  He took in a deep breath and let it out with a troubled sigh as he leaned his back against the wall.  He picked up his robes, examining the dirt that covered them.  He had to wear these robes.  They were the only thing to cover his large black angel wing protr