It All Started With Lightning

Heir

The rain was pouring down the glass. There was nothing to see in the sky but grey clouds. Although it was still morning, the streets were almost empty. Even the poor and hungry did not want to go out today to eat or earn money. It was so cold it was utterly stupid to walk the streets without wearing a few coats of fur.

At this time, in one of the chairs outside an inn, a middle-aged beggar and an old beggar were drinking the worst wine the inn sells. The middle-aged one had black hair and, despite being younger, looked dirtier than the older man before him. Although the old man had a few hairs on his head and only three teeth in his mouth, he looked more handsome and tidy than his counterpart.

“I got your drink. I filled your stomach. Tell me, who is this boy?" The old man gestured to a shivering child in a thin outfit in a small clearing between two houses, twenty meters away. The boy looked 12-13 years old and his hair was as white as snow. There were cuts on both eyelids. His wound