Chapter one.

Johnny was young, he was as carefree as a lark. He lived on a hillside not faraway, in a wooden hut he called The Sanctuary. It was a beautiful place, with a navy blue lorry parked on the driveway, a short drive away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Like all children his age, he had parents. Unknown to many, Johnny had a very unhappy childhood. Whenever his father came home, he noticed the change in the atmosphere under his roof. His mother would go silent and retreat into her room. His father would remain silent as well, a fatherly figure that was non-existent which go as far back as he could remember. It continued on for years, the cut in his heart that go deeper and deeper. No one celebrates his birthday in his family, major occassions became insignificant. Johnny became a shadow of his formerly carefree self. He didn't understand why his family was unlike others. Many questions weighed him down and he was helpless because he was only a child, always a child in his parents' eyes.

Until one sunday, he woke up to find both his mother and father was already out of the house. A few hours later, his father came home to leave lunch on the table while hurriedly leaving home. From the corner of his eye, Johnny saw a teary-eyed figure who has crumbled. The years of silence left carvngs on this face and his strong silhouette shattered into pieces. & Then his mother came home soon after, asking if his father said anything. They had signed the papers, that's what she said. Young and innocent, Johnny didn't understand what she meant, what papers, he'd asked but she kept quiet. Perhaps it was a mother's instinct to keep the truth from the child. Overprotective and shielded Johnny away from what she thought he couldn't understand, but he did.

Johnny was alone, sitting on the grass basking in the warm sunlight. That's what he enjoyed most, nature. Surrounded by meadows and Daffodils, gave him the pleasure and calmness he always enjoyed. On this same sunday, seated on the same spot under a great Banyan tree, he was watching the sun paint the sky a shade of crimson yellow and red. On the fields of Daffodils, he would jump and prance around. Deep within him, his heart dances with the Daffodils and nothing else could bring him comfort that the sparseness and serenity could. As night falls, he could see what's infront of him anymore. The sun is disappearing below the horizon, and so he started running. He ran and ran and ran, chasing after the sun, chasing his dreams...