People went about their usual duties during the day. It was always interesting to watch them, the way they had no fear during the day. When twilight came he always noticed how much more rushed they became, more frightened and their glances kept drifting towards the wall, which loomed in the skyline. He often wondered why they thought it kept them safe. Why did they think the daemons didn’t cross it? Maybe they thought they did, and it was why they hid in their houses before night fell and boarded up the windows. Not that it would stop a daemon if they really wanted to get in. He wondered what they thought he looked like.

When he saw a girl approaching the boy stood, taking a few uncertain steps backwards in the snow as she approached. When she called out to him he took a further few steps backward, stumbling over his own clumsy feet and falling to the snow with a wince. The boy grabbed at his side as he quickly climbed back to his feet and turned, running and heading straight for the wall. He hoped the girl would not follow him. Then again he also realised she’d probably think him insane for willing running towards the wall. Or perhaps she’d think he didn’t know any better. He really wasn’t sure when through the minds of girls sometimes. Especially this one who was so foolish as to cross the wall willingly.