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(You will find out who this story is about in the next chapter)
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A young girl, clothes filthy, tattered, and torn, limped into an abbey's church. She managed to get her way to the alter, and collapsed on the floor. Her blue tinged lips curled into a small, sad smile. Gazing up at the face of the Virgin Mary, she whispered with her last amount of energy, "Sanctuary." Still smiling, she dropped into a death-like sleep.
The Next Day
Her eyes opened slowly as voices swarmed around her. She heard little snatches "Who" "Why" "Her" "Sick". She slowly opened her eyes, and gazed unflinchingly at the group of nuns around of her. Then, ever so slowly, she smiled.
"She's awake! O bless thee God, for letting her live!" One with bright blue eyes exclaimed and raised her arms.
"Quiet, Sister. Hello, child, what are you doing here?" That one with purple eyes smiled kindly.
"Don't interrogate her, Sister. She just woke up!" That nun had deep green eyes.
"I wasn't! I just wanted to know!" The one with the purple eyes started to pout. The others giggled and smiled.
"So, child, what is you purpose here?" The first one spoke again.
"Sanctuary." The girl whispered almost inaudibly. The nuns looked shocked and surprised. Finally one with light green eyes answered.
"Well, then, make yourself at home, but you do know that sanctuary only counts as long as you stay in the abbey?" The girl nodded, causing her hair to fall over half of her face. She got up and started to walk around. The nuns realized she needed time alone, and left her in the chamber. They had to facilitate the morning prayers for the citizens of the town anyway.
The girl gazed up at the Virgin Mary for another second, and then turned her attention to the stained glass windows.
"I
don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't
know if You would listen
To a girl's prayer
Yes, I know I'm
just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face
and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hated from birth
Show them the
mercy
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten
They
look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will"
The prayers of the people drifted into the room the girl was in.
"I ask for wealth"
"I ask for fame"
"I ask for glory to shine on my name"
"I ask for love I can posess"
"I ask for God and His angels to bless me"
The girl continued to sing.
"I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less
lucky than I
God help the outcasts
The poor and downtrod
I
thought we all were
The children of God
I don't know if there's a reason
Why some are blessed, some
not
Why the few You seem to favor
They fear us Flee us
Try
not to see us
God help the outcasts
The tattered, the torn
Seeking an
answer
To why they were born
Winds of misfortune
Have blown
them about
You made the outcasts
Don't cast them out
The
poor and unlucky
The weak and the odd
I thought they all
were
The children of God"
Suddenly, the girl collapsed in the light of the stained glass window.