An Un-named Tale

An Un-named Tale- II

Chapter 2

The sun shined through the windows of Praeditos Pueri Orphanage. Evannia’s eyes fluttered open after a knock was heard.

“…Come in…” She announced, as she sat up from her bed rubbing her eyes.

“I see that you had a nice sleep last night.” Evannia opened an eye to see the old lady from yesterday. “Here are some clothes for you to wear. I will return in 15 minutes, I suggest you prepare.” With that, the silver haired woman walked out. Evannia slid out of her blankets and picked up the clothes that the old women gave her. It was a mint green sundress, with a large bow at the back. With it came a long sleeved white top, socks, a hat with a green ribbon surrounding the rim of it and shiny black shoes.

“So pretty…” mumbled Evannia, as she started to get changed. After a few minutes of checking how she looked, a knock was heard and in came the same old lady from before.

“Please follow me, Evannia,” The women said, as she walked out of the door with Evannia trailing behind her. “Many of the orphans here call me Ann-Mae, and some call me Grandma Ann. I’m very rarely called my full name which is Annabelle Marie.”

“Oh okay,” Evannia nodded, as she followed Ann-Mae. A few minutes passed and the two were still walking along the long corridors.

“…Why am I here…?” Evannia asked suddenly, as Ann-Mae stopped for a brief moment and continued.

“Why ask that question, Evannia?” Ann-Mae asked, with the same expression on her face.

“…Because I’m not gifted…” Evannia answered, as Ann-Mae chuckled.

“If you’re not gifted, then why do you have yellow eyes?” Ann-Mae asked, they took a right turn.

“…Because I was born with it…” Evannia answered smartly, as Ann-Mae rolled her eyes.

“Tell me Evannia, do you believe in special powers?” Ann-Mae asked, completely forgetting to object to Evannia’s answer.

“…No…” Evannia stated with a calm and neutral expression on her face.

“Why is that?” Ann-Mae asked, as they took a left turn.

“Because having a special power is silly and not real. In my opinion, no one has special powers,” Evannia said, as she followed Ann-Mae. “…However, I do believe in gifts.”

“Then, what do you think gifts are?” Ann-Mae questioned.

“A gift is a talent that you can do above the average standard,” Evannia answered simply.

“Do you now see why you are here, Evannia? You are a very gifted child. Your I.Q is above the average child’s standard,” Ann-Mae explained, as Evannia stayed silent.

“I understand that. However, many children in this orphanage are smarter than me. I cannot compare myself to them,” Evannia said, as Ann-Mae chuckled once again.

“That may be true, but you are only seven years-old. Most of the kids here are older than you, so they have an advantage,” Ann-Mae said, as she halted in front of two mahogany doors. “…You might even be more intelligent than you think, Evannia.” With that, she opened the double doors to reveal a spiffy clean hall that had chairs lined up. “This is the assembly hall. The children here go to the hall three times a week. Lower-class children go here on Fridays, Middle-class children go here on a Wednesday, Upper-class children go here on a Monday, Juniors go here on a Tuesday, Secondary go here on a Thursday, Seniors go here on a Saturday and everyone goes here for church on a Sunday,” Ann-Mae explained, as the two walked around the hall.