The History of a Saint

by Blue Bookworm

Ever wonder where Saint Dane came from and how he got his name. This is a story of a boy named Daniel and what happens when he gets a little more knowledge than he can handle. Ch. 4 Up! Please R&R!

1. Leaving Home

Att.\ Disclaimer: I do not own the name Saint Dane or the names of most of the places mentioned in this FanFic.

Prologue

On June 6th 1966, Daniel Anthony Nathaniel Edwards was born. Many people, including his own mother, were very superstitious. They believed that his birthday 6-6-66 was the "day of the devil". They believed he might even be Satan himself. The first chance Daniel's mother got, she left him in front of a big run down orphanage with nothing but a card that said, "My name is Daniel Anthony Nathaniel Edwards. I am six months old. Please take care of me. P.S. I hardly ever cry."

Chapter 1 - 12 years later

Daniel quickly shoved the few things he owned into a worn backpack. He would have to leave in a few minutes. Hardly daring to glance out the grimy window of the orphanage, Daniel saw what he had expected to see. Two cop cars, parked haphazardly in front of the building. He knew he had to leave. Fast. He could already hear Mrs. Rimsy, the lady who ran the orphanage, getting angry with the officers for telling her "such lies about a poor child who has no family at all." Her voice had become a high pitched shriek as she had finished the sentence. She would come storming up the stairs in a minute to show them Daniel and prove them wrong.

He heard a bedroom door open. It was his best friend Tyler's. Tyler looked at the stairs then at Daniel. He mouthed, "Need time?" Daniel nodded. He had told Tyler the day before that he would need a diversion if something like this happened. Ty would tell Mrs. Rimsy and the officers that he and Daniel had been playing cards all afternoon and so Daniel couldn't have gone anywhere. When Mrs. Rimsy came upstairs though, she would see Daniel and his things gone. She would know it was true, what the officers said. The worst part though was Tyler taking the rap for standing in the way of justice. Funny what friends will do for each other, he thought.

They had said goodbye's the night before. The thought of never seeing Tyler again was almost unbearable. Tyler had cried a little but he hadn't cried and that made him feel stronger. Strong enough to climb out the bedroom window and down the fire escape. Strong walk away from the only home he had ever known.