Elijah

The massive wooden and metal doors of the castle throne room slowly opened and the guards dragged out a scarred and bloody boy, who looked to be a few years younger than you. He looked tired, wearing only a thin shirt sewn from old flour sacks and baggy pants held together with a small rope, his delicate blonde hair was messy and dirty, his grey eyes were filled with tears. The guard spoke in a deep voice.

"This thief was found sneaking into the castle bakery. What shall we do with him, Your Majesty?"

The boy sobbed silently.