The Mind of Innocence

PLEASE NOTE THIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETED, MORE WILL BE ADDED SOON
The year was 1827, it was the 24th of December. The weather was harsh, and it was dreadfully cold. A young boy named Arthur was residing at a cottage west from normal civilization. The sun has set and it was time for the family to sleep. Arthur, still awake, was always fascinated with the stars in the night. They reminded him of of those mythical creatures from fairy tales his parents used to tell him before he went to sleep. He grew drowsy with every minute, but tried his best to stay up. "I can't sleep, I don't want to". Arthur rubbed his eyes, trying to remain awake noticed a little moving speck in the sky. "I-Is that a star?", he pressed his face against the window amazed at the moving speck. "Daddy always did say that when he was little he always made wishes when a moving star was in the sky". Arthur anticipated for a moment and then looked back at the sky. "I wish that everyone could experience my imagination".

The next morning Arthur woke up feeling joyful. He usually didn't feel this way, due to the struggles his family goes through everyday. Arthur ran out of his room and approached his mother: "Mum, I had the best time last night, I saw a moving star!" his mother turned and looked at him with a smile, "A star? Wonderful, did you wish for anything?". Abraham nodded, "Wonderful deary, now go outside to your father, he needs help with the firewood". Arthur ran outside to his father, who was extremely fatigued from holding a large amount of logs. "Oh good morning son! Did you have a nice sleep last night?" Arthur smiled and told his father about everything that happened. "Wonderful! I hope your wish comes true!". Arthur carried one log and bought it inside the house. "Psst, Arthur..." Arthur was shocked from the sound he turned around and noticed a small boy, about his age standing outside his house. This boy had barely any clothing, just rags. "H-Hello?" Arthur was dormant while trying to greet this passerby. "Hello Arthur! I noticed that you're going through some trouble with your pop, is everything going swell?" Arthur was puzzled as to where this boy came from and how he knows his name. "sorry, but who are you?" stated Arthur. "Oh I apologize, my name is William B. Fareingworth". Arthur was even more confused as to why this boy had such a regal name, yet wore very torn and dirty clothing.

--Story Incomplete, will be edited soon---