Very slowly, a pair feet made their way down a set of steps in the abbey. The sandals flopped lightly, indicating they were maybe a size too big for their wearer. The owner himself was in fact a small young mouse around the age of sixteen. His name? Skylan Rolva, or as he went by in the abbey, Sky.
His cobalt blue habit dragged a bit on the floor behind him with every step he took. Sky's blue eyes that imitated the very object of his name, glanced around curiously. He had been in the abbey ever since he could remember, and his parents themselves grew up there too. This was his home, and it always would be.
The young mouse finished his journey down the steps, ending with a rough cough, hinting at his sickly/weakened nature. Sky decided on a glorious sunny afternoon like today, that sometimes it was best to stay away from the others his age or even younger than he. After all, they sometimes tended to make fun of his weaknesses.
Silently, the mouse hesitantly made his way over to the tapestry of Martin the Warrior. Oh, how the young mouse longed to be like the famous hero of the abbey! He smiled softly, admiring every aspect of the warrior.
"One day," the young mouse began, pausing to cough,"I'm goin' to be strong, and be just like you." The mouse said, as if Martin was going to jump out of the tapestry and speak right back.