A SLAYER IN GRACE FIELD (TPN X KNY)

" EERIE "

A/N: Hi, readers today I have finally overcome the so-called "writer's block" ( actually, no). But since today is the best day to update..................... I'll update right now!!!!!!!! yay?

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(TIME SKIP)
                                    Hestia or Ryoka
                                                POV

Year's passes by, I am now 4 years old and I was able to fit in this place with no difficulties. The place I've been living in was an orphanage called " GRACE FIELD "as far as I could tell and there are also kids who are the same age as me but some are still toddlers or babies. And the surprising part that it's seems that I'm not in Japan anymore, the language that they speak is foreign but I understand them and can communicate with them like I know the language they speak.

And one thing, I can still speak Japanese, but. I didn't let anybody know, especially who I am and what I'm I before. Demons didn't exist here anymore, but even so, I constantly been having this strange feeling................. Like something about this orphanage that made my whole body cold. It felt like someone, no. Something's was surrounding the whole place.

The other kids didn't notice anything strange about the orphanage, like how the other children that got adopted and haven't come to visit us or send us letters.  Some of them ask but "mama" only respond like, " Maybe they are busy", or " they forgot to write a message ". And don't let me get started on the numbers on our necks.

                             "20794"
                                   ID

I ignored it but deep inside something sinister will about to happen.

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STILL, SCROLLING?
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KEEP GOING👇
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                                            3RD PERSON'S
                                                    POV

A loud snore was heard around the big peaceful forest, there. A 4 yr old child was resting under a big tree, Ryoka or should we say, Hestia. Her sleeping form was sitting position letting her back supported by the tree, her snores were loud enough to get noticed by a white-haired boy and an Orange-haired girl. They slowly approach her laying figure.

But before they could do, Hestia shoots her eyes open her instincts quickly reacted in a fast motion, grabbing whats near her ( which is a stick) she quickly positions herself in a battle stance. Both figures jolt from surprise.

A moment of silence until Hestia spoke up "Oh!! Norman, Emma!!!!" She exclaimed, she gives them her signature smile that looks like an owl. The boy named Norman only stare at her in awe. " Hestia that was amazing!!!!!!!!!!" A girl with orange hair named Emma blurted out.

"Amazing what?" She asked in confusion. Until she realized what stance she's in, Throwing away the stick and immediately composing herself. "What do you mean Emma??" Hestia asked in a pretend confusion.