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Being an orphan was clearly very hard for anybody.

No parents beside you growing up, no parents to guide you, no parents to give you love and care, no mother to cook you delicious food and take care of you, no father to look out for you and protect you.

You basically grew up in the cold and harsh. You were left on the door of an orphanage, dumped in a basket with only a necklace, a letter, a handkerchief with your initial on it, and a dog tag that has your name and the date of you birth, with your name only being your first name and no last name.

Everyday you wait, every minute and second, hoping to even get just a small glimpse of what your parents look like and what they're doing now; Are they doing good? Are they happy? Are they satisfied about what they did?

Slowly, anger boiled within your veins, you glared at the necklace. It was on a silver chain with only a purple diamond in a teardrop design framed in a stainless case hanging in the middle and on the back of the diamond, on the stainless steel, was a message.

‘Everything will become clear, when you are ready.’

It was written in an intricate cursive writing in Latin, the only problem is that you don't speak or understand Latin and even if you do, it will still left you with more questions than answers.

Just who are you exactly?

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First story.

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