Black Spots and Blue Eyes(A Miraculous AU)

Chapter 6 Golden Friendships

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The Ancient Lion Spirits were the guides for the Alteans. The Lions were what made the Miracle Stones to help protect the Alteans. The Miracle Stones now reside on Earth along with the last Alteans in hiding.
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The following day was partly cloudy with a chilly morning. Many students came in the school wearing thicker jackets and scarves. Keith walked in wearing a red jacket with thick black scarf, and a red hat. Pidge was by his
side wearing a huge puffy green coat. Pidge's mom didn't want them to get cold and forced them to wear it. They of course were annoyed with how restricted the coat was. Keith sighed in relief once the both of them entered the warm school. The heated washed over their shivering bodies.

Keith yesterday took a bath with herbal extract in it to help with his bruises. He definitely felt better and was thankful for that.

Quiznak it's cold!!! Why is mother nature against me!!!

Keith hated the unforgiving cold. Ever since his orphanage days he has hated the cold. The orphanage never provided the children warm clothes or blankets. Every winter was like a d
Freezing hell to those poor kids. Keith remembered this one instance were the oldest in the orphanage made a fire. He eventually learned how to build a fire too.
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The snow has stopped falling from the sky. There was a thick blanket of white all over. The sky was a clear deep blue sprinkled with shimmering stars with no moon in sight. There was a run down house in front of a vast forest. The houses were sparsely apart , there was one peculiar house. This house was a dark brown and rather large, the front porch was run down with broken wood railings. Sure at first sight it doesn't look so bad. If you were to go around to the back you would be surprised. The back had a porch with large holes, vines growing up on the wall, the back windows broken and glass on the floor. This was the local orphanage. Coincidentally there was a pub next door. The owners of the orphanage spent more time there than at their own home.

The night was freezing and the orphanage had no heater or blankets for the children. A girl around the age of fifteen with short red hair and brown eyes. She was very thin too thin, her skin was pale, she also had dark circles under her eyes. The red haired girl stepped out on to the back porch. Wearing only gray long sleeve shirt with ripped blue jeans, and ratty tennis shoes. Her dark eyes scanned the eternal landscape of snow. She took a deep breath and walked towards the forest. Little did she know a pair of stormy violet eyes were watching her through one of the broken windows of the house.

The girl took a good twenty minutes walking in the forest collecting as much firewood as she could. She tried to keep warm by exhaling warm air in the direction of her bare hands. The girl tried not to stray too far or else she might end up in a makeshift grave yard. Her entire body was shaking while she made her way back into the house leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.

The house looked like any other house really it had a kitchen, nice living room and stairs leading up to the second floor. That is not where the children live... The red haired girl set the wood down and opened a door that seemed misplaced in the kitchen. The door lead down stairs into the basement. She grabbed the wood once again and walked down the steps. A small figure steadily and quietly followed her down.

The basement was large and freezing there were beds with children sound asleep on them with no covers or pillows. Their bodies every once and a while would shiver. Well there was one bed with out a sleeping child not counting hers but the girl didn't notice. There was a small wardrobe in one of the corners. There was also a sewing basket filled with scrap material, thread and needles. The girl stopped in front of a small furnace in the corner opposite of the wardrobe. She opened the latch and begean to place the wood one by one, until it was filled. The small figure stood a few feet behind her watching curiously. The girl reached into her back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a black lighter. She opened it and clicked it until there was a small flame. Carefully she brought the lighter to the wood. After waiting for awhile a fire was starting to grow in the furnace and she closed the latch once again. She rubbed her hands and stood up. The small figure inched closer and spoke.