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There was a time when Boy had been happy, once— though he wouldn't remember it now; the child had been much too young. This brief, happy past-time was long before the ancient Church and the old fashioned Priest. Back then, the infant boy enjoyed an untroubled blissful life, sheltered in a modest yet comfy home, nestled at the meadowy edges of the town's lush green countryside. His two selflessly protective and boundlessly loving parents always caring his needs, and ardently adoring him to no end.

All that changed one misty, cloud-ridden autumn evening, when the boy's world irreparably shattered forever. After spending a joyfully exhausting day at the quirky small-town fair, the happy family, with their hearts full and their energies spent, were heading back for a much-deserved rest. The way home was simple and familiar, and no one could've foreseen the tragedy that awaited them. It was a sudden dip in the road— all it took— for fatality to strike, when a displaced wheel violently upturned the carriage, sending the rickety cart and its passenger tumbling down the hill.

In the end, it was sheer near-miraculous luck that the boy had survived at all. For it was his loving parents in their final moments, as the cart went crashing down the slope, that had instinctively hugged and shielded the child from bodily harm, in a protective embrace that saved his life— at the expense of their own.

Boy lost both his guardians that day, in a tragic accident that would dramatically alter his life onwards; for without his parents, the orphan child was nothing but all alone in the world. And ever since been placed, by the authorities, under the care and 'protection' of his long-lost relative— his uncle, the strict old Priest.

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