𝔊𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔬𝔯𝔢 ─ erik lehnsherr (REWRITING)

000. nightingale

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𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿, however hard humanity wants to deny it. Young Bella had to learn that earlier than anyone should.

"You're a very special girl, destined to do great things" they told her. In the end, they were right, but the road that led to her happy ending, the positive outcome, was rocky.

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It all started on a rainy november day, when fog covered the whole of France. A child's cry broke the silence of the small room. The mother picked up her newborn baby girl, gently rocking her.

"Sous les feuilles d'un chêne, je me suis fait sécher. Sur la plus haute branche, un rossignol chantait ¹" the soft tune of her mother's song comforted little Bella, slowly calming her.

The mother, Blanche continued singing until her fragile child fell into a deep slumber. "Chante, rossignol, chante, toi qui as le cœur gai. Tu as le cœur à rire... moi je l'ai à pleurer ²" her voice cracked, but repeated the very last line.

"moi je l'ai à pleurer" It came out as mere whisper and Blanche wiped away a stray tear, smiling at her sleeping little girl. This baby was the light of her life, but she knew motherhood wasn't meant for her. She and her husband were in debt, they owed one of the most dangerous men in France, Vincent Perrault. He was an experimental scientist, mostly using children as his subjects.

When the mentioned man found out Blanche was nursing a life inside of her, he immediately set his price. Neither of the parents were happy, of course. They had one month after the birth of the child, that's all Perrault allowed.

But it wouldn't even be Blanche if she didn't have a plan to trick the cruel scientist. She still would have to say goodbye to her newborn, but with the hopes of her getting a second chance at life.

The mother stood from the bed, carrying her little Bella in her arms. Slipping into her coat, she stepped out of the room. The echoes of her steps struck like lighting in the grey silence.

Blanche had arrangements with her cousin who was fleeing the country. He will take Bella to America, and then raise her as his own. Blanche handed her dearly loved child to her relative. But things didn't go as planned.

When Perrault's men found the woman, they obeyed their command. The soldiers shot Marie Blanche Desrosier to death, her husband soon following after her to the other side.

By the time Blanche's so trusted family members arrived in the States, they had enough of the infant who apparently couldn't do anything but cry and scream.

They left her on the threshold of the closest orphanage they could find by the road. For the first time, Bella was completely alone, so she did what any newborn would. She cried.

Soon enough the heavy oak door opened, and an elderly woman stepped out. Upon noticing the little Bella placed on the cold and hard stone, she frowned.

Disapprovingly looking around, Eva held the baby in her arms taking her inside in the warmth and comforting yellow lights.

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The kids were screaming again. Bella pulled the covers over her head, trying to fall back asleep. Being in an orphanage sucked, she knew that much. Even if the vocabulary of the three year old child didn't include that word, she was familiar with the feeling.