He was sitting on the floor of the cell, moths fluttering around him-they were attracted by the glow. He heard footsteps and looked up. He looked calm...
"Oh-I guess you're the one who's supposed to kill me then..."
He was small...not-scrawny necessarily just short-he looked delicate...and he was young-he couldn't be any older than Oliver...he had always been told that the beacon was-powerful. And strong, and ancient...he didn't-look like any of those things. He just looked like a kid...
