I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

 

Hamin´s life started in the darkest corners of the most grimy lanes of the town, in the midst of poverty and sickness, the young boy was left alone as his parents died of an ongoing virus, leaving them swimming in their own vomit of blood. Ever since then, he had been forced to survive in this big world, like a little flower, unable to bloom in the center of weed. Little Hamin wandered around the streets alone, starved and unfed, with no friends, he taught himself easily how to live with this poor life. How to steal, run and hide. Hamin even one day found a basket of abandoned, with no mother to protect them, he took the care of them as he found them cute. However on a twisting life turning point, a wealthy man from the castle found the boy and made him to his slave. Years passed and the male had been enduring several ways of torture, ual abuse, and being thrown into the dungeon, his new “home”. Down there, he met some prisoners, misjudged, innocent people who only wanted food, and so on. one of the prisoner felt sorry for the boy and taught him how to use weapons, different ways of fighting, anything about self defense. Hamin remembered he was highly grateful to him as he never knew how those lessons truly paid off in the future.

 

On a faithful night, the man lost muse in the kid, so he attempted to the young boy, now in an age of 16. Hamin lost control, out of nowhere he found strength in himself and thought back, grabbing the first sharp tool he could find and stabbed the man to death. All covered in the corpse`s blood, he escaped the castle, being on the run ever since that night, for so after a few weeks, almost dying of dehydration, A strange man with a golden string, just as golden as his flawless hair, a man called the desert flower, saved him and gave him a new life among the desert tribe folk. For years he had been there, however, the young boy still has darkness in his heart, a desire of revenge. He can never find peace it seems. Hamin acts pretty cold around others, as he doesn`t like socializing much, pretty much ashamed of how his past, wanting to forget. Once a thief, always a thief they say, which is true in Hamin`s case. He although, doesn`t despice the people, when others smile on the outside, he does on the inside. He is just shy. Yet he loves the nature, and what it brings. Fresh air, greens, sunshine, fresh water. He also have a huge love for cute animals. Maybe too much that he even gets ually aroused by it? Hamin has kept his golden string for years now, picky as he is, he thinks he never can be able to open his heart for others. Yet, maybe one day?