𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

: ̗̀➛ Introduction

As far back as I can remember...

"Get out, you good for nothing!"

"No orphanage wants someone like you."

"The world would be a better place if you died in a ditch somewhere!"

It's always been like this.

   If you walk out far beyond the city, until you can no longer see its blinding lights, continue past the dirt roads, and venture deep into the hills with trees so dense that they do not allow the warmth of the sun to reach the delicate blades of grass below, leaving the ground rotted and sickly, you may find an old yet imposing building. One gated off from the life around it.

It's an orphanage, a bleak one, with harsh, stone walls that have been left to the mercy of the weather, unattended, for years. What may have once been pristine white marble now exists as no more than a memory of years past, a ghost that lies underneath the spiderwebs of cracks that adorn its filthy walls.

The forest, as desolate and lifeless as it may be, is an extension of the orphanage's walls, a stronger barrier than any man-made structure could impose. No matter which direction one would look, trees reach out beyond the horizon. In the gaps of the trees, the rare clearings that stare far off into the sky, one would often see a shade of gray rather than the most common blues. Clouds are thick here, heavy with rain that scarcely ever falls. The forest that dares not utter a single sign of life welcomes visitors with weary and weak arms despite the constant lull of heavy dread and melancholy that seems to infect the air itself. With its rotten trees and decaying life, it is a place that only an unlucky few call home.

This little orphanage, with views of trees just out of reach from every window, houses the unfortunate few.

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Quiet breaths echo throughout the empty walls of the off-white building, ringing in the silence and moving throughout the stagnant air. The ever-present clouds blocked the starlight from the small window the both of them could barely see out of.

(It's a shame really, the two of them adore looking at the moon and stars. Especially together.)

The air had its perpetual chill in it, the walls providing no insulation to the inhabitants inside. The two small figures pad quietly throughout the stretching halls, it's well past nightfall and they know they shouldn't be out of bed but they both came anyway.

They needed to move quickly down the halls, it was risky to be out at this hour, but the two needed even the smallest bit of solace after day in and day out of this dreadful place.