Odd Fella.

Josh wasn't a normal child, this much we knew. It was certain that he came from another place, another time, another world. His features were god-like. His nose curved and pointy, lying underneath a pair of dreamy emerald eyes. 

This was regal bearing no doubt. The golden Pendent across his chest signified this. So what was he doing here, in this hometown of scandals and thieves? Such a person raised the interest of looters from here all the way to Low-Town, which is no place for such an odd fella. 

"We must go" I urged him, gripping his clothes and remarking at its unusual silk-ness. 

Who is this man? I thought to myself. Where did he come from? And why did he come to me?

Night was approaching fast. Even in Mid-Town, night was no place for a fella like this. His clothes, his features and even his stride attracted the attention of thieves and vagabonds. It was clear to me by the time we got home that even there wasn't safe. Nowhere was with this man of such mysteries. This man of such regal bearing. 

"How did you get here?" I pressured him as I strode around the shack, lighting all the candles wicks. He looked stunned. With a roll of his eyes and a flick of his finger, he pointed up. Up towards the sky and the stars and the moon, and suddenly I knew, this was no man of Earth. This was one Odd Fella.