It was a warm summer day, the sun was shining high and warm in the sky, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. It was a hot day, but there was a cool breeze that tickled in the air.

In National village, there lived a large house on the outskirts of the village. The house stood on its own, far away from the other houses. Behind this house, lay a green field, laden with flowers of all colour and variety. In the midst of that rainbow of colour, lay a large tree, its trunk was tall and large, the branches stretched out far enough to make a large shadow under the tree.

Under the tree, sat a young man. He wore a white shirt with long sleeves, with a dark red waist coat and light brown trousers. He had sandy blond hair that was straight and shaggy; he had unusually bushy eye brows, and eyes like emeralds.

He was sitting quietly, hands folded over one another on his lap, his eyes closed so that it looked like he was sleeping. His chest was moving gently up and down with his breath. He looked so peaceful sitting there.

There was a rustling noise from behind the tree, yet the young man did not stir from his sleep. From the bushes behind the tree, emerged and small child. He looked about ten years old. He wore a white short sleeved shirt, and dark shorts with braces going to his shoulders. He had golden hair with a cute little flick of hair on the top of his head. His eyes were a bright blue, the same colour as the sky.

As he came out of the bushes, he stopped and looked around, he then caught a glimpse of the young man around the tree. The child grinned mischievously and tip toed to peer around the tree at the young man. The child bent down slowly and crawled around the tree and sat quietly next too the young man.

The child's smiled faded, as he clasped his hands together. He stared at the young man's face, and expression of pure concentration on it. The child's eyes showed, pure innocence, as he stared up at the young man's face lovingly. He had completely forgotten his previous plan for the prank, and was now staring at the young man with concern.

The young man looked….sad. Something about his expression was just, sad, and lonely. As the child watched, he saw a single tear roll down the young man's cheek.

The child's brow pulled together in a slight frown. He then leaned in, and gently wiped the tear from the man's cheek, and then kissed his cheek.

"Don't cry…" On that warm summers day, something wonderful had started.