Omegaverse (countryhumans)

Chapter 1

Orphanage

White. 

Everything is white. 

...

Snow descends softly, as a chilly breeze dances through the air. The ambiance is haunting, accompanied by an encompassing silence. A blanket of snow paints everything with a singular hue.

Amidst the white expanse, a solitary structure rises alone. It's an old, dilapidated orphanage constructed of brick and wood, situated in a desolate area. Beside it stands a lone tree, its branches bare, having lost its leaves with the passing of Autumn.

A small, windowless room contains a bed tucked into a corner, a diminutive cubicle, and a solitary, damaged chair. The space is cramped and chilly.

Amid this, a child sits, garbed in tattered clothes marked by holes and uneven patches. They are engrossed in a wooden toy, crudely made, which they clutch in their hands. These hands bear the telltale signs of scratches and cuts, scars that have taken a permanent stand out.

The room's only door swung open unexpectedly, startling the child. The intruders, however, were indifferent and forcefully pulled the child from the room without a word. The child followed obediently, silent. He remembered what happened last time; they detest noisy children.

They despised every child there except for one. That child, including this one, adored him. Their affection was immense. The boy was older, kind, caring, and exuded warmth, the warmest person the child had ever met. He gave the child the finest gifts he had received: the warmest scarf, the most beautiful toys, the tastiest food, the sweetest candy, and the lukewarm soup he gently cooled. The child received more than he could ever give back to the older boy. In such a cold, gloomy place, where kindness was scarce, one couldn't help but love him. Indeed, the most extraordinary individual in the orphanage was that boy. It's no surprise he was adopted quicker than the others. Thus, when he left, the child was overwhelmed with sadness, so profound that he forgot how to smile. How could he smile when there was nothing left to smile about?

One day, he awoke feeling puzzled. Puzzled about why they treated him worse than the other children, who also joined in, treating him cruelly. He didn't understand it, or perhaps he did but chose not to act on it. After all, he was still just a child, a fact that left him with scars of which he was unaware.

They led him into a room, bathed him, dressed him, and then took him to another room. Feeling extremely confused, he started to speak but was reminded to remain silent. He didn't want their attention; he knew the consequences all too well. So, he unconsciously sealed his lips tight.

They paused at a large door with openings. One of them knocked and waited for permission to enter. A voice from the other side beckoned them in. As they entered, he saw everything unfold before him and looked down at the new, sparkling shoes they had made him wear. His gaze lingered on them, fascinated, until a hand pushed him into the room, jolting him back to the present.

He surveys the new surroundings, his curiosity deepening as he observes everything novel before him. His mouth hangs open in amazement. He swivels his head to take it all in, careful not to move from his spot.

The room is large and brightly lit, adorned with a simple yet elegant design in brown hues. A shining collection of unusual items is displayed in a glass cabinet. These are no ordinary toys; they are intricate, sophisticated, and not meant for a child's play. He scrutinizes these curious discoveries more closely.

Looking down, he notices a luxurious carpet that he instinctively avoids stepping on. Suddenly, he's pushed from behind, nearly losing his balance, but a swift hand catches him, preventing a fall. He glances up to see a stranger and quickly withdraws, startled. Before he can acclimate to this unfamiliar man, his attention is captured by another figure—a woman whose radiant presence captivates the boy. She gazes at him.