On an island, surrounded by the white sea, sat figure by the shore. The figure only wore a cloak concealing it's body, only leaving it forearms and legs visible. It looked down, through the white sea and saw a little boy playing in the backyard. The boy, 4 years old, had a jet black hair and dark eyes. It ran along the grassy backyard, tossing a big beach ball with his tiny hands. His mother watched him play, cheering and clapping for him. While his father barbequed beef nearby.
Figure smiled seeing the child of misfortune being happy. As it will the last time when he will feel this happy.
The figure mouthed some words as those words slowly floated towards to boy, passing through the white sea. In the next second, a truck, out of nowhere crashed into the backyard, completely running over the father and smashing into house.
The figure smiled as it watched the chaos ensue, and the misfortune take place, scaring the boy for the rest of his life. The figure stood up from the shore and walk back into the forest of chaos, barefooted, wondering how long the child of misfortune live. It smiled once again, it smiled and looked at the heaven, wondering what their plan was.