Green looked around. Looked around? Where was he? He had never been in this city before... Never seen this climate. An inn at his left, the street right in front. Hunger? No, not hunger. This was thirst, though not much of it. As he turns around he sees the park, in the middle of the little city. "Wow, so much green!" he thinks, then he waits. "Green? Yes, Green, that's my name..." he kneeled at the fountain and began drinking. Not tasty, not bad either, just water, but in the reflection of the water he saw himself, and the huge cathedral at the other end of the park.

He was a boy, one little boy, in a huge city.