03. Leaving The Orphanage...

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Snowflakes filled the air as snow littered across a large buildings roof, the place surrounded by trees and was filled with multiple childers voice from inside

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Snowflakes filled the air as snow littered across a large buildings roof, the place surrounded by trees and was filled with multiple childers voice from inside. There was a big sign on the door that read, 'People's Orphanage'.

"I got you two a job in the fish factory." A grumpy looking old woman told two people.

She hobbled along outside, explaining to the two how they get to the place.

"You go straight down this path until you get to the fork in the road. Go left.."

"Bye!"

"Bye everybody!"

Two adults were waving to the kids looking out of the window. These two adults were sisters, looking very similar to each other.

One of the girls had red hair and the other one had (H/C) hair, also being the youngest sister between the two. They also wore similar things, ragged pants, boots, baggy shirts, heavy coats, and fingerless gloves, plus hats.

The (H/C) haired girl wore a purple scarf instead of her older sister, wrapping it around herself more because of the cold.

These were the lost Princesses, (Y/N) and Anastasia. Only, they didn't know that anymore.

Thanks to the older sister, (Y/N)'s ammenisa wasn't as severe as hers. She still remembered her name, and she still remembered that Anastasia was her older sister. She also had the faintest memory of this young boy, who seemed to mean something to her, according to the little bit of knowledge she had about him. But, everything was a blur to her.

"Are you two listening?" The old woman snapped, seeing them not paying attention.

"We're listening Comrade Phlegmenkoff." (Y/N) sighed through her nose, looking at the slightly shorter lady.

The woman grabbed her by his scarf, making her yelp and grab her sisters wrist, "You've both been a thorn in my side since you were brought here. Acting like the queens of Sheba..instead of nameless no-accounts you are!"

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 , dimitri sudayevWhere stories live. Discover now