The moon shines brightly upon the small town square, most people are already asleep and don't have the time to appreciate the beauty of watching the moonlight lighten up the old streets of the town or the stars that make the sky seem like a navy blue sea of diamonds.

But someone has the time... the town's poet Colin.

He was sitting on a bench near the statue of the king, quietly admiring the scene before him and with a soft sigh he began writing, a blond lock falling into his face as he did so. This has become a ritual for the man, he often finds himself having sleepless nights and when he can't sleep, he just goes outside and appreciates nature.

Colin was always alone when he watched the moon and the stars because everyone was asleep the second the sun started to set. Most of them were also scared that if they stayed up for too long that the creatures of the forest would come and get them.

Colin didn't believe in that, it was just stupid folklore after all and it was told so the townspeople would behave.

But something felt different tonight, a shiver ran down his spine because he couldn't shake the feeling that something, well someone was watching him. He closed his book and then looked around and he saw it, well not it that would be rude. He saw a figure standing near the fountain, too scared to approach him.

"Who are you?" he then asked, his voice gentle as he tried to figure out who was standing there. The man then emerged from the shadow and Colin noticed that it was just one of the townsfolk. He raised eyebrow and looked at the man, "Why were you watching me?" he then asked with a hint of caution.

After all he knew that the poorer people in his town were known for being thieves.