The boy sat on the rocks, trying to shake off the dizziness that filled his head. He looked around at the desolate coastline, the harsh black rocks and the towering cliffs. He couldn't remember where he had come from or who he was. "Who am I?" he cried out in frustration.
The seagull squawked and flew away at the sound of his voice, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He caught sight of his reflection in a pool of water and saw a face that didn't seem to belong to him. His eyes were as black as coal, with scattered flecks of gold, and his ears were oddly large for the rest of his face.
He mustered his strength and rose to his feet, bracing himself against a rock until the dizziness passed. His eyes roamed over the landscape, searching for something familiar, but he recognized nothing. He turned to the open sea, listening for a mysterious voice, but heard only the call of a bird.
Rubbing his bare arms to stop the shivers, he picked up a clump of sea kelp and wondered why he had been uprooted and cast adrift. A moaning sound caught his ear, and he set off towards the rocks beyond the old oak tree. His bare feet slipped on the wet rocks as he stumbled along, feeling a deep ache between his shoulder blades.
As he reached the ancient tree and leaned against its trunk, he heard the moaning again. Determinedly, he set off once more, feeling like a lone boy with no name and no home. Despite the uncertainty that filled him, he knew that he had a strong will to survive and a determination to uncover the mystery of his past. And so, with a newfound sense of purpose, he continued on his journey to discover the truth about himself and his lost years.
As the boy pushed forward, the landscape began to shift and change around him. The black rocks gave way to softer, sandier shores, and the towering cliffs turned into gentle rolling hills. The sun started to peek through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the land.
He walked for what felt like hours, his mind racing with questions and doubts. Who had he been before? Where had he come from? Why was he here, alone and lost?
Finally, as the sun began to set, he stumbled upon a small village nestled at the base of the hills. People bustled about, going about their daily lives, and the boy felt a sense of belonging wash over him.
Approaching a kind-faced woman, he summoned the courage to ask for help. With a gentle smile, she took his hand and led him to a cozy cottage, where a warm fire crackled in the hearth.
As the boy sat by the fire, sipping a hot cup of tea, the woman began to tell him a story. A story of a young boy who had washed ashore many years ago, lost and alone. A boy with eyes as black as coal and ears oddly large for his face.
And as she spoke, memories started to flood back to him. Memories of a distant land, a lost family, and a forgotten past. With tears in his eyes, the boy realized who he was and where he belonged.
And so, the boy who had been adrift and lost for so long, finally found his way home. With a heart full of gratitude and a newfound sense of purpose, he set out to start anew, knowing that no matter where life took him, he would always have a place to call home.