On one timeless day that meant nothing. ON one nameless day...that also meant nothing, the white box that the boy lived in cracked wide open...

Every day the white box opened...and the Men in White took him...and they cut him and fed him

Usually, the Men in White would stand outside of the Box, and press a sequence of beeping numbs....before the box opened with a “Whoosh” of air.

But on this day...Three strange people came to the boy from beyond the crack in the white box, and these people did not have on the White Robes.

The first man to come into the room....was tall and thin. His hair was nearly as white as the walls of the white box, his eyes were dead blue and cold, by an odd pair of black rims that sat up high on his thin nose. His cheeks were sharp, his chin was slim, his fingers were long and his body was covered in sharp slim materials just as cold as his eyes.

The blue-eyed man....was not someone that the boy had seen often, but he had seen him before. The blue-eyed man made the Men clad in White take him from his box.

The blue eyed man was always watching him. He was always standing outside of the white box staring in at the boy.

The blue eyed man....was important. He was important and very cold.

The second person the boy did not know. They came into the box, walking behind the important man... and they were not male.

The second person was small and soft. The small person walked into the white box, with a captivating soft face, black large eyes, odd round body parts. Their hair was thick, intricately woven and oily. It was so full and long that the black silken braid was dancing down their small back.

Finally, a strange flowing outfit, that had black thin sleeves and long flowing legs held together in the middle with an intricate weaving of tassels around her round upper body completed the second person’s appearance.

It was a creature....that looked like some of the White Robes. A female. With big eyes, and creamy skin. The sight of her....was altogether a surprise to the boy, who had never seen anything beautiful in his life.

The word beauty as well as the concept of it was not known to him....but the boy did feel an odd tug in his core, to continue looking at the female as she seemed to glide in on her small feet, behind the blue eyed man.

The two people were speaking in soft tones as they walked deeper into the box. Speech was not something that the boy could understand.

No sounds made sense to him. He spent his life in a cocoon of silence. So even though he was sitting there listening to every word that was spoken....not one of them did he truly understand.

But....the boy could pick up some small things.

Names stuck with him for some odd reason. Images and words came together in his head, but he remained voiceless and dumb to most forms of communication.

Still, he was somehow able to associate color and names with faces....but this was all done subconsciously...and most of the time he couldn’t think much of anything. Not about color. Or faces.

“Now please come this way...” The important man was saying something. His speech was no different than the silence for all that the boy could follow it, but this did not stop him from hearing the words being spoken.

“Yes, Grand Master.” The small female replied. Then with a soft gag the “Oh my! It reeks! Is this really the place of the assignment that you want me to undertake?” she suddenly questioned the Important man.

“Yes.” The man in the black-rimmed blue eyes, softly replied to the words of the woman as he guided her deeper into the room, with a hand on her arm, to keep her from stopping.

“But this is an Observation room...” She softly replied to his short answer.

The important man pulled her further into the room, by her wrists and suddenly asked. “Is this a problem Acolyte?”

With a small chuckle, then a clearing of her throat, the woman said. “No Grand Master....I...I just...I assumed that you would have me be a part of the Council...OH MY GOD!” The woman screamed and drew back, snatching her arm, and putting small hands over her mouth to stifle the shrill sound that she was making.

After a moment of continued staring with her large black eyes the woman seemed to shake herself. “Um...What?” The woman stopped, took a small step forwards and pointed to the naked, filth-covered body, sitting in a tight, unmoving ball, in the corner of the box. With another small step forwards she asked another question.

“Who is he?”

With a small wave of his hand at the boy sitting like a rock before them Hovel simply replied. “IT is your assignment, Nora.”

The woman, Nora seemed frozen by these words for a long moment...then with a resigned sigh, her big black eyes centered on the boy.

“My assignment? Oh? He’s covered in filth and ....so many scars.” She suddenly whispered, reaching out and tapping the tips of her fingers on the bottom of the small boys chin tilting his head back.

The boy blinked up at her like an empty doll and remained silent sitting in a ball at her feet.

“Why have you allowed him to live like this Hovel?” Nora’s asked the important man. Giving a name to the man for the first time since the boy had first laid eyes on him.

With a sniff of indifference Hovel, the important man with cold blue eyes, scoffed and didn’t answer her.

A small flare of something hot touched Nora’s beautiful eyes and face, and with a sharp tone. “Excuse me Grand Master, but this boy’s condition is unacceptable. I can feel the Mana inside of him. He is a Child of the SUN...!” Nora threw her chin up and pointed down, but at the next words from Hovel stopped her.

“That is my son.” Hovel sternly said, his voice cutting over anything that Nora may have been about to say. “Only a few know about his existence. He is unclean and unfit...a horrible abomination.”

Hovels cold blue eyes locked with Nora’s and he bared his teeth in a small smirk. “He is currently undergoing.....a procedure that will one day change this world in my image. For that purpose, he is here. For that purpose, you are here.” Hovel shrugged his shoulders as if he were unhappy with his own lengthy speech. “Eventually he will have fulfilled his purpose, but as he continues to thrive for the advancement of the Organization he will, from this point on, require assistance to stay healthy...and clean.”

A long silence followed these words. And in that time Nora’s face drained of all emotion...and with a small sigh, she seemed to become resigned.

After a while a new question floated up out of her small mouth.

“Grand Master....”

She started with a soft sigh.

“His body....his entire body is covered in scars. What happened...?”

Once more Hovels voice cut across her words.

“The procedures that we’ve been putting him through took a terrible toll on him.” He said, with a small push of his fingers against his glasses, before he continued. “Without the proper sustenance...” Hovels voice filled with a heavy-over tone as he said this word.

“Without the proper food...The wounds that he receives during the procedures never quite manage to heal.” Hovel sighed. “IT took us a very long time to figure that out....and that is why IT has such a grotesque appearance. Simple trial and error.”

“Procedures? Trial and error? I do not understand...” Nora asked Hovel, with her eyes locked on the small body at her feet. Suddenly her small hand snaked out, and ran down the boys back, tracing a giant ugly patch of white scar tissue.

“You missed the Procedure for today...but there will be others. Plus IT must still be fed.” Hovel softly murmured, before his blue eyes flicked to the side and the soft cascading beeps filled the room. Signaling that the box was about to crack open. “Humph! It took him long enough.” Hovel huffed as he looked across the room.

With a second and final “Whoosh” the crack in the box slid back and in walked a strange man.

The third person to walk in was a man like Hovel....but the moment the boy saw him....something inside of him quivered. Something so small and weak, that the boy didn’t even move when a small shiver danced across his skin raising goosebumps....

The third person had cold black eyes and short wispy black hair. His lips and eyes were full, but not fleshy. Sharp angular features and a body just as long as Hovel’s, but far more defined and filled with a dominating atmosphere seemed to swagger into the room. Stretchy material hugged a thick torso, while loose silky material flared at his lower body.

The movements of his body....were not graceful....or charming....Instead, it was something harsh and yet smooth.

Then suddenly the man strange man spoke and the timber of his voice made the boy shiver again.

“You know what!” the man spoke softly, but his voice carried into the room. “I just don’t understand you people and your foolish little toys...I mean is it really so had to push a door open with you own two hands?” he asked Hovel and Nora.

A sharp smile touched the man’s intense features as he spoke, which captivated the boy, just as much as Nora’s soft beauty.

Everyone in the room seemed to turn toward the newest arrival and give him their attention at this point, leaving all other questions and conversation to the wind.

“Jacob...” Hovel sighed, raising his arm in a welcoming fashion.