Chapter 1 part 2

He walked slowly to the edge of the forest and looked through the open gate of the town ahead. Softly a gray raven landed on his shoulder. He offered a casual eye toward the bird. “Hello,” he said, his voice had a bright, cheery air about it. “Okay, you can come.” He slowly started into the village with the bird on his shoulder.
He was wearing breezy pants that were flaming red and stopped at the middle of his calves. He was wearing a shirt in the same fashion stopping midway on his forearms. His shirt had a split starting at his waist and going up to the middle of his tanned chest. His cloak was draped about him, clipped together in the front with an oddly shaped metal clip. He wore tight boots that came to his knees and had two long daggers, one on the outside of each leg. He received many stares.
Walking to a building he went in, and then came out with a small loaf of bread. He walked out of the village and into the still woods and found a small clearing by a babbling brook. He lit a fire, and fashioned a fishing pole and sat down on the bank. He waited and caught a couple fish, and then roasted them over the fire.
He found himself looking through the fire into the dark forest, he could see something moving. He let off a low whistle and the raven landed on his knee. The raven had a single thin black line of feathers running down its back. “Go, and look for our friend.” Muttered the boy quietly, pointing though the fire. The raven took off silently. The boy slipped a dagger out of its sheath. He grasped it so that the blade ran toward his elbow.
Seconds later a boy dressed in ragged clothes came stumbling into the clearing. The raven was following close after.
“Who are you?” said the one with the dagger.
“Please, don’t hurt me!”
“Do I have a reason too?” asked the first boy.
“No…I guess you don’t…”
“Well, come on, sit down,” replied the boy. Putting the dagger away, he himself sat down. “So, who are you?”
“My name?”
“Yes, your name…”
“My name is Michael…” said the boy breathlessly. He sat down slowly on the ground. Michael stared at the strange boy opposite him through the fire. Somewhere distant, thunder rolled. The moon disappeared behind a cloud. A streak of lightning lit the sky as the boy in red replied…“My name is Gabriel.” Another mighty roll of thunder broke.