Hoard Him

You're Going To Keep On Pointing Out That I'm Blue? Aren't You?

- Over 2000 Years Later -

Kilinen, a small village, at the outer suburbs of a yet small city. There's not many people that live here.. except for the orphans.
You could label this village as an orphan-caretaker. The buildings are basic but mainly there's about 8 different orphanages.
One for boys. One for girls. One for male teens. One for female teens. One for disabled males. One for disabled females. You get the idea.

The tradition to take in orphans trots back thousands of years ago. Ancestors left a mark in the middle of this little town, as a pillar. A cold, boring stone pillar. There's engraved words, but in a much older and approximately foreign language, unknown to man kind.

Oh! Forgot to mention. This village is partly populated with non-human races. Something you would call supernatural, strange, eerie, extraordinary, in a bad way. They are neglected, unconsciously marginated, as humans tend to behave very selfishly.

Nowadays the orphanages are quite empty. No, it's not because the children have been adopted. No. It's because they were given up, and were put to work in industries of high waste of CO2. THe government/sovereign have made the decision of showing the world of work to the younger generations, earlier. They're basically desperate. Very few of these children were left.

About 6 teenagers were kept behind to take care of the infants unable to work in industries just yet.

But their work isn't any better than the ones that were assigned to the jobs.

They mostly just sit indoors and look after the little ones, but sometimes, they are forced to go out, through a fierce and so called 'cursed' forest, to reach other cities, once there they will have to inspect and search for orphans or mothers-to-be who would be brought back and once the children are born, the mothers would return.

The newer orphans tend to be very rude, disrespectfully cheeky and are somehow immune to manners.
It's almost impossible to teach them manners.

Kilinen was quiet. The atmosphere around was full of noise, blocking out these sounds the village managed to stay silenced.

The person in charge of the orphanages woke earlier this morning.
He approached the cul-de-sac of orphanages.
As usual he knocked on the doors, alerting the 'teens' to get up and go to their duties.

He slowly proceeded to the over filled stable, there just wasn't any more room for any more horses, fillies or ponies, no more space.

And he opened the doors and allowed the mounts to have a morning trot through the land. As they trotted into the distance, he approached the sack that was filled with food made specifically for horses.

As the minutes passed he noticed that nobody was coming out of the buildings and began to get angrier.

Just as he was about to knock on the doors again. One of them opened.

Little boys that looked 3-4 year old rampaged through the doorway. A taller, tired, older, fully dressed, and who just wanted to give up life followed them out, slowly. His eyes closed and didn't open for several seconds, he yawned and went ahead.

He knocked on the other doors, gently.

Another door opened, this time little girls escaped through the doorway.
A older girl behind them, fully dressed and looked like she didn't give two damms about life.

Eventually all of the doors gave freedom to young children...and moody young adults.

"Ugh" the caretaker complained "Volunteers to go find, three mares" he turned around. Just as someone was about to speak he interrupted "No?Guess I'll have choose then." His tired eyes, scanned the crowd "You'll go east" he pointed at a tall, dark skinned girl, her hair up in a messy bun and the bags under her eyes, were probably darker than storm clouds.
The girl didn't want to argue so she headed to the stable, saddled a mount and left for east.