CHAPTER 1: Then and Now

"Thanos!"

"What?"

"Don't 'what?' me, mister! Unless you want to sport a welch to go along with that

wound of yours!"

Thanos Callirei is a typical orphanage kid, right? Not really...all us kids are afraid of the

adults in-charge. They basically use us as slaves to do their bidding. So I know what

you're thinking. How did I end up in the orphanage? When I was 5, a new bridge

opened up for the public eye. My family gets easily excited and wanted to see the

magnificent structure. I was in the car with all of my family when a lone truck careened

out of its lane and sweeped our van off the highway. I was the only survivor along with

my little sister and brother who were only a year old at the time. We were bruised and

battered and my sister lost an eye. The driver of the truck ran off the highway with an

overwrought expression on his face. His lip was quivering and shed genuine tears for

my family. He took us kids out the car and drove us to the orphanage, which was new

as well. After the driver, whose name we discovered was Emmanuel, explained the

accident to the nuns in charge, they adopted me, and my twin younger siblings,

Francis and Coralia.

They are the only reason I put up with this fosterage. They are the only people I truly

love. Without them, I would've ran away from this dump a long time ago. Here I

watching them talk to people in their fandom. At least they have friends.

That man who just yelled at me? That's Mr. Tracos. He's the head director of the

orphanage. The honcho. The boss. The big cheese.

"I'll be back soon," I call out to my brother and sister.

My stomach is churning as I drag my feet to Mr. Tracos's office. Suddenly, all the bad

things he has done this month recurs to me. In here, you get beaten for the slightest

slip-up. Once, just a few weeks ago, I was eating an orange and I threw the peel on the

ground. Realizing what I've done, I bent to pick it up while 2 kids were chasing each

other and slipped on the peel and crashed into me. All 3 of us learned our lesson the

hard way and we got some souvenirs of the trip to the director. I won a slash going

from where my left cheek meets my jawline, up to a spot just a centimeter or two from

the bridge of my nose. And, yes, this is the wound he mentioned.

On the way to Mr. Tracos, I see Lysandra, a girl who's had a crush on me ever since

she came here two years ago. Out of 130 kids in Olymph Orphanage, she stands out

the most in a crowd. She has long hair up to back of her knees and it's usually done in

a single ponytail. That's not the unique part. The conspicuous part was that her hair

was hair was the color of the ocean and that's rare here in Greece. We mostly have

brown, black, or gold hair.

"Hello, Thanos," spoke Lysandra softly.

"Hello," I say back.

She smiled. I smiled back. I don't want to admit it but she's a smart girl. And pretty too.

She has those big, green-gray eyes and...

"Enough daydreaming, Thanos. You have a punishment to face," he thought to himself.

Before he knew it, he was facing Mr. Tracos's door.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading Chapter 1 of my first story! I don't own the app

Brave Frontier BTW. Just a disclaimer. It was a really short chapter and I think the next

3 or 4 will be too. I'm really sorry, I'm a pretty good author in general but I can't judge

myself as well as you guys probably can. :(