The lighthouse was old, probably 80years. The design was simple, no stairs on the inside. (the stairs seemed to have been removed in order to prevent the reach to the top of the lighthouse.). There were iron bars in the walls of the lighthouse which seemed like they were there to support a structure like stairs. But the structure seemed to be intentionally removed some long time ago. A glass window in the middle of its full height, barred with the iron grills to prevent any escape. There were claw marks on the walls up to eight feet from base of the structure. The upper part of the lighthouse had series of glass panes, and a dome like structure on the top. Couple of the glass panes were broken due to the rocks thrown up by the sea waves during the stormy nights.
The boy was 15years old, 5'7" tall: high cheekbones, sturdy jawline, broad rounded nose and lightly pink lips attributed his face to a beautiful young man. His large chocolate brown eyes were trustworthy and seemed in seek of something he was very eager to achieve; his freedom. His name was Lykan, only thing he had remembered from his childhood. He had no memory of how, why and when he was brought here. But he knew only one thing that only wish he ever made was to get out of the confines of the lighthouse. Lykan had tried to kick the door open, shout from inside for help and almost everything he could think of to get out, nothing had worked and his only hope was to climb out of that lighthouse. Twice in the day he would climb up the walls of the lighthouse using the iron bar remains in the walls of the lighthouse, he had not yet been able to reach the top but he was now close. Today, he had just made to the window that lied in the middle of the lighthouse.
'At least there is someone out there who would help me find my parents.' The boy thought looking at the forest and sea through the window.
When he was trying to hang onto the next bar, it broke in his hand and he fell down 30 feet to the ground. The drop was painful, it hurt his bare feet and knees but it was not enough to damage his will, in the morning he would try again. He slept at the same place for some time before his meal arrived.
Lykan finished his meal very quickly and pushed the empty aluminum utensils out towards the door they came from. The front door of the lighthouse was big, dark and made up of iron like everything else in the place. It was thick and had a dog door under it. The dog door was the source of the food and any luxury that the boy owned. What belonged to him was a couple of rags, a pot of water, an aluminum glass, a pair of half torn oversized shoes, two pairs of shirts and a couple worn out jeans pants. And of course, the lighthouse was his to live in. He had been there for a long time, he had not been outside of the lighthouse since as long as he could remember. He was locked in that place by someone who would provide him meals and clothes that he could wear. He would get his meals precisely at first at last light every day. A pot of water would slip in from the dog door every three days. And clothes whenever he needed them, every six months or so. It was like someone was protecting him, or was he?