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Note: I know in the game Sparrow doesn't talk but I changed that, sorry in advance.


Prologue

The Orphan

I chased Carmel as she raced away from me with my teddy bear. Tears streamed down my cheeks like lava down volcanic rock. Carmel was always a bully and took my stuff for no reason. I tripped over just in front of the gates where Theresa approached with a dog at her side and a boy in her arms. She stopped a few steps from me tilting her head ever so slightly.

"Follow me Lydia, please." She begged as I sniffled and wiped my face following in her footsteps to the unclaimed caravan. She nestled the boy in amongst blankets whispering chants that my mind couldn't possibly follow. The dog's tail shot from side to side when the boy moaned painfully. "Lydia I want you take care of this boy, be his friend and teach him our ways until he is recovered. Find me should he wake." Theresa explained patting my shoulder and leaving as if she could see everything before her. She was the strangest blind woman I had ever met.

I thought it over for a moment holding back my immature thoughts about it as I stripped him down to his underwear and washed him with a cloth. I bandaged his limbs and fed him liquidy, chicken stew. Lavender and honey incense burnt cleansing the air as I massaged his arms and legs to his knee on the leg region. Suddenly his eyes shot open violently as his squeezed my wrist his knuckles blooming a dangerous white.

"Please, I'm only helping." I whimpered a little fragile from Carmel stealing my bear. His eyes stared daringly into mine like fire crackling. His grip loosened as he laid back down and closed his eyes. I tried not to be so scared since he was mortally wounded and I was only emotionally traumatised but fear engulfs you like water in a flood. I fed him more stew lifting his head so it would go down easier.

As night covered the sky I turned to leave only to have his hand wrapped around my wrist. His eyes were shy but screamed what he couldn't say. "You're alone, like me?" He painfully nodded and so I snuggled beside him as the dog rested at our feet at the edge of the blankets. He was warm and smelt of soapy water. I lay one hand on his chest then closed my eyes knowing Theresa had probably done this on purpose not only had she given me something to do...she had given me a friend...hopefully.