His black eyes flicked towards the almost abandoned street where the young boy was going. The wind swirled as he continued to silently follow in the safety of the shadows. Black’s silhouette moved over to the top of the tallest building in that area. Reforming as a man, he hid behind the roof as his eyes squinted into the biting breeze at the darkening landscape below. He’d seen the boy that morning and had followed him ever since. The young boy had his shard and he needed to take it back. He just couldn’t do it out in public or else they'd know about him. Ever since, he has tried to take back his shards from their new-found owners as discreetly as possible.
When he saw the boy, he didn’t expect that it would take this long for him to be alone. In the market, he’s always had companions an
