Something was wrong. A bat in the noon? Hadn't he been told that bats only fly at night? He looked at Alune, his index pinching the beautiful boy's shoulder.

"Can bats fly around at noon?"

"If they do, they'll get cancer."

"I see,"

Davish stared at the bat, his ear to ear smile didn't disappear, and its wings wrapped its body as if it was ready to spend a few hours here, under the sun.

Something was wrong. This bat was smiling and staring at each of them… as if…

As if…

Davish eyes widened… he looked at the kids, stood, and walked to the edge of the sidewalk.

"Let's return home!" he shouted and the ball in the street moved alone as everyone looked at him.

"What?" the king asked, his eyelids creased as the clear sky permitted most of the sun to pass.

Davish looked at them, "something bad will happen."

"Why?"

"There is a bat staring at us, that's not normal!"

"Where?" the king asked, moving his hand across his forehead to shade his eyes.

Davish pointed at the silk, "the-"

He couldn't complete his words, the bat wasn't there, and the clear sky had no hint of bats around. The king looked at the silk, for seconds, then around… no bats, actually no life in the sky.

He ignored Davish, waved at the goalkeeper to get the ball, and called for his team to return to their positions.

Davish froze still in his place.

Why had the bat disappeared?

A few seconds ago he was there, staring at them in hunger, staring with open lips and teeth that could for sure claw their flesh.

Something was wrong.

And then the boy heard a voice.

"What's wrong young boy?"

Out of nowhere, a person stood on the edge of the sidewalk, beside him, his tall coat moved with the wind and his abnormal white hair was glowing like a light. It wasn't normal because the street was so quiet a few seconds ago. It wasn't normal because this person chose to stand only beside him. It wasn't normal because no one else noticed his existence… and it wasn't normal because- even though it was his first time seeing this person- he didn't feel cautious about him.

The person beside him was tall and quiet, his grey half-opened eyes patting him with kindness and his soft hand tapping on his head.

"Tell me what's in your mind boy?"

"It's." the boy stopped, why was he feeling so comfortable talking to an adult? Out of all the adults of his life, only his late grandma understood and accepted him well. She knew that he didn't have most of the feelings others had, and she accepted that. After all, she fell in love with his grandpa, the one she told him was the closest to him, uncaring but… kind? He didn't really agree with that.

"Don't hold yourself. I'll believe whatever you say."

Davish looked at the tall man, his smile calm and warm as if he was prepared to believe in anything he would say. This man was similar to his grandma, was honest.

"It's a bat."

"What's about it."

"I saw a bat just now. In the middle of the noon, looking at us and smiling… as if..."

"As if?" the man asked.

"As if-" as if what? How could he tell the man such an absurd thing? How could he think of such absurd things? It was wrong, thinking of such things were wrong… but… he couldn't think of another reason...

"As if it waited to feast on us," Davish said looking at the man who was looking at him. The man's grey eyes widened for a second, then he laughed.

"Don't you believe me?" the boy asked.

"No, I do." the tall man patted Davish's head. "It's just I'm surprised."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a little puzzled of your type of a demon."

"What?" Davish couldn't understand, demon? Type? Puzzled?

"What's with this look. Boy, have you read the papers of Marcle?"

"Just what mom has taught me."

The tall man looked at him, then at the silk, where three bats landed. Davish widened his eyes and his lips parted about to scream at the children.

"Don't try, they will disappear again. They understand you. After all... animals can understand demons."