The wind howled and moaned. It dusted the Earth and took the things that would follow. It so happened to stumble upon a young boy named Xeno. When the wind blew forth, Xeno followed - for he had nothing else to follow. The wind led him to an orphanage, and there he stayed. It was lonely, but no more lonely than the days he spent locked away in the cold basement.
Time was inconsistent. Once he had been pried away from his father, he was thrown in an orphanage. The orphanage had given him a baggy pair of pants and a shirt that reached past his knees. The caregivers had tossed him in a room. It had been cold, but not as cold as the basement.
He was not special. He was just like all the others that resided in the orphanage: broken, sad, and forgotten.
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Xeno
General FictionSome are privileged with coming of age. Not Xeno. His innocence flashed right before his eyes and left him stranded, alone in an orphanage full of lost souls.
