The mysterious man

The mysterious mans name was Carlson Mystery Lone. He stood hiding as much of himself as possible behind a tree in the deep, dark, dense forest. In the background there was a misty, murky, colourful lilac and pink sky with the sun delicately setting. Carlson was surprised that the trees around him were the same trees that he had seen hours ago during his journey towards the forest and castle towering over the rest of the kingdom and reaching the dark, dull, gloomy blanket in the sky. The sky where the full moon bright as a light sat watching over the world. Everything was new to Carlson, he came wearing black, still mourning his families death after many years. Ever since he had lived in poverty and begged. Meanwhile the boy glared at the castle, cackling because unlike everybody else, he knew that he would soon be in there, with the power of the king and he smiled a sly grin as he peered at the cure for the princess that he was clutching in his left hand . He was malicious.

Carlson's eyes were cruel, were vile to go with his personality, they were miniscule and slanted as if they belonged to a snake. His name also went with his personality, he was as mysterious as a spy, as lone as a tree with no leaves to comfort it in the Autumn. He often thought about this and asked himself: why was a life wasted on me?