Will sat on the window ledge, staring out at the forest that stretched as far as the eye could see, even from his vantage point from the tall tower that had been his home since before he could remember.

What was out there? He wondered, What lay beyond the acres of forest and wildlife?

This was quite a common thing for Will to do. After painting, and playing instruments, and baking, and reading, and everything else he thought of to keep himself occupied, Will always found time in the day to sit and contemplate the concept of freedom, and that one day, he might get to have it for himself. You see, Will had plans. He dreamed of one day, visiting all corners of the earth, having adventures, just like the characters in his books.

Sighing, he turned away, about to climb back into his tower, when he saw something from the corner of his eye. A bush near the bottom of his tower was rustling. He strained his eyes, spotting a figure crouching on the ground.

He quickly climbed through the window, hiding himself behind a curtain, so he wouldn't be seen. Peaking out, he saw the stranger stand, and scurry towards the base of the tower. Will's eyes widened. This had never happened before. What was he supposed to do?

He peaked out again, curious as to what this stranger planned on doing next. The tower was way too dangerous to climb, or Will would've attempted it before. The stranger seemed to come to the same conclusion after studying the wall for a second. There was a door at the bottom of the tower that his captors used, but they always locked it. The stranger tried opening it, with no success. Will wasn't surprised. If there was a way in or out of this place, Will was sure he would have found it by now.

But the stranger still hadn't left. In fact, it looked as if he was searching for something in his pockets. Will leaned over the ledge a bit more, trying to see what the stranger was doing. He seemed to have found what he was looking for, and he was now fiddling with the door, shooting glances over his shoulder every few seconds.

It was at this point Will began to worry. Who was this person, this stranger? What was he running from? How did he expect to get through a locked door? And what would he do to Will if he some how managed to gain entry?

It seemed as if Will would have the answer to the last question sooner than he'd hoped, as the stranger had somehow unlocked the door, and had disappeared inside.

Will backed away from the window, quickly looking around. Should he hide or should he fight? Of course, there were no weapons in his tower, so he decided to climb into the rafters of the roof that was covered in darkness, so he wouldn't be seen. Just before he began climbing, he spotted a frying pan, and thought it may be useful as a weapon. He grabbed it, continuing his climb into the shadows.

Not a second had past since Will had settled in his hiding spot when the stranger ran up the steps on the far side of the room. He was panting slightly, having run up all those stairs, and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

This was the first time Will could have a good look at him. The first thing that came to mind was dark. Dark eyes, dark clothes and dark hair. His skin however was a deep contrast, and looked rather pale. Will guessed the boy was around his age, perhaps younger.

The boy glanced around after catching his breath, and quickly crossed to the window, peaking out just as Will had done moments earlier. He stood there, not moving for roughly ten minutes, and Will started to feel quiet restless. This boy obviously wasn't here to kidnap him, and Will was pretty sure he could knock him out with the frying pan if he wasn't friendly.

He quietly slipped down from the roof, dropped to the ground in the middle of the room, and cleared his throat. The boy instantly jumped and spun around, but didn't say anything.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Will asked dryly, as if this sort of thing happened a lot. Which it most definitely didn't. The boy's cheeks reddened slightly, looking down at the pan that was still in Will's hands.

"Sorry...um. I didn't mean to break in, it's just..." He glanced out of the window again, nervously.

"Who are you running from?" Will could hardly contain his curiosity. The boy frowned slightly at the question.

"It doesn't matter"

"Well then I guess it won't matter if I kick you out then, will it?" He tried to sound threatening, but didn't quite manage it. The boy smirked.

"Guess not, but I'd rather stay." He replied an Will almost blushed. Almost. There was something strangely enchanting about this stranger. Probably to do with the fact he's the first person Will had ever met.

"In that case, maybe you could tell me you name?"

"Nico" He said, and started wondering around the room, looking at different paintings and books, here and there.

"I'm Will"