When he was young, River James dreamed to be a pilot. Like any other child with a wild imagination, he wanted to soar through the sky. He wanted to stretch his fingers out and reach for the heavens. He wanted to fly to a place where nothing and no one could find him. When River James realized this wish would never happen, he simply gave up. River was a blessed child, apparently. With money, a good-looking face, and capable mind, many thought he had everything, thought he was the happy and his life was easy. Though, in reality, they were wrong. River was a cold person and never talked much, laughed much, or showed any emotions. Whenever he spoke his words were brief and cruel, he looked at people with a mocking and hateful gaze. River was
