Sunday Special - Storytime
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THE PROFICIENT
CHAPTER
ONE
ONE ODD NIGHT
Piercing
through the curtains, the morning sun rested its rays on his face. The warmth
grew stronger and he opened his eyes. Orpheus was like no other child. Unlike
other kids, he was unusually quiet. He rarely snickered at things other
children at the orphanage found amusing and always maintained a stern look on
his rather handsome face. He was taller than most kids of his age & had
light hazel shaded eyes that reflected his annoyance for almost everything that
endured. He was always well dressed with his hair neatly parted sideways.
For
someone who always kept to himself, there were not many friends Orpheus had.
All but one did not find him strange though. Ms Wentworth called out all the
children for breakfast. Her silvery voice rang through Orpheus's ears. He
brushed his teeth, combed his dark black hair in a usual manner and walked
towards the dining hall. Children at the orphanage were always reluctant to sit
beside him so Ms. Wentworth arranged his chair by her own table near the
pantry. She was always emotional towards Orpheus. These emotions were driven
from ten years ago when one winter night she found the boy lying abandoned in a
blood-soaked robe. An infant wounded in the back and left on the streets to be
devoured by animals pinched Ms Wentworth's crying soul. She brought him to
Gottwald orphanage which she was a founder of. The orphanage was named after
her father Mr Wilbur Gottwald. She was slim, her eyes aged and her vision was
utterly blurry without her glasses.
After nursing the child back to health, Wentworth
wondered about his family. She was curious about how he ended up on the street in
such a wretched condition. The child she had stumbled on that night was covered
in a jade black robe wearing nothing underneath but a locket. The emerald illuminated
stone was engraved with the word ''Orpheus".
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