~[ ||Lokison|| ]~

~[ ||Chapter 1|| ]~

I know the story of how I ended up in the Orphanage by heart. I've heard it more than a thousand times but no matter how many times I hear it, I always ask someone to say it again.
I don't know where I was born, or who my real parents are. I just know I've been living in an Orphanage in the city of Chicago for most of my life. I was one of the few remaining kids that had been there for more than 10 years. I know all the best hiding spots for hide and seek. I know which rooms are the best to be in if you want to be in a quiet place. I know where the little kids like to hide Ms. Becky's Hairbrush in order for her to have a bad hair day after scolding them for the littlest things. I know a LOT of things about this place, but there's way too many things to list out.
I know you're probably dying to know the story of how I ended up in the Orphanage, so let me tell it the way the owner of the Orphanage, who we call 'Grandpa', tells it.

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It was around 9:30 on a dark, rainy Saturday night. I was telling the all-known story of 'The Turtle and the Hare' to the younger children in the library before my dearest friend you know as Ms.Becky knocked on the library doors.
"Alfred, there's a lady outside by the front door requesting a word with you. Don't leave the poor lady waiting out there in the rain." she said from the other side.
"Don't worry, I won't." I replied to her. I got up from the dark red armchair and walked over to the large doors. I felt the children's eyes on me every step I took. I opened the door and told Ms.Becky that I left off on the part where the turtle is walking by the sleeping hare. She nodded and walked in to continue the story with the children as I walked out and made my way to the front doors.
"Who could this lady be? Especially at such a late hour?" I wondered.
Before I opened those wooden doors separating the outside world and our dear Orphanage, I took a deep breath and hoped for the best by putting a welcoming smile on my face. But when I opened the doors, my smile faded. That's when I saw your mother. She looked like she was in a hurry. She had a dark green cape that went down a few inches under her knees, with her hood on. She carried a medium sized basket that I didn't notice until she placed it down at my feet. I looked at it for a few moments. Something was in it. Something wrapped up in a knitted pink and white blanket. I look back at her but before I could say anything, she turned around and disappeared into the crowds walking by.
Suddenly, I heard a baby crying. I looked back at the basket and the 'thing' inside it was moving and crying. I picked up the basket and brought it inside. I unwrapped the 'thing' after placing the basket on the red-orange carpet floor and discovered a tiny baby. That baby was you. You had a light pink pajamas onesie and white gloves. Your little curly hairs barely able to cover your small gold horns. Your dark brown eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Panicking, I immediately took you to the nursery and told the situation to our nurses. That same night, I couldn't sleep. All I could think of was you, your mother, and your father. I knew who your father was the second I saw your mother.

The reason why, is a story for another day.

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And that's how it would end.
That was the beginning of my life at 'The Grandfather-Clock Orphanage of Chicago'. That's where I was raised
with my best friends.
Dave and Bailey.

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