Chapter 1: The Butler's Black Kitten
When children would get into mischief they would flee to the arms of their mothers. Those who had mothers at least.
Whenever I got into trouble I would run to Sister Margret, hoping she could protect me from my consequences. It was hard growing up in a Catholic orphanage, especially for one of my….lineage. Perhaps the only reason I wasn't exiled from the church was because of Father Leo. He had witnessed ability to come in contact with "holy" things and recognized me as a valuable asset. Mother Hermia had also seen my potential as a medical wench and appointed me under the care of Margret.
Other than those three people, no one socialized with me. The other sisters would keep me separated from the other children, so I never really had friends.
Sister Margret handled my mathematics and sciences, the arts were her responsibility as well. She was a gifted artist.
Father Leo taught me the gospels.
Mother Hermia washed and mended all my cloths.
I wasn't even allowed to become a nun. I was forever tainted and there was nothing I could do. I wasn't allowed to handle the bibles myself, or touch the holy water, or even take part in commune. I attended church later than everybody else. And I wasn't allowed to participate in prayer.
But I couldn't complain. People were just afraid of the unknown, and I…. am the unknown. I am grateful to the ones I do have. The people who are in my life are really nice.
When I was ten I met another like me. She was left on the doorstep of the church. We named her Hëlena. Unlike me, she really couldn't touch anything with holy properties. She would usually get burned or cut touching anything the priest touched.
Despite this she actually found the Bible interesting. She would beg me to read her passages from my paper copies of the word whenever I had the free time. Eventually, she started to recite the verses she heard, giggling whenever she saw the other children struggle with memorizing their verses.
This, however, angered the nuns. For one thing, they didn't want on of us, the lowest of all creatures, worse than the dirt humans walked on, to know more of the written word then the children at the orphanage. So they took away all the materials from the two of us and we were lectured daily on the Lords plan for us and we must surrender ourselves, because there is no hope for us no matter what we do. All that jazz.
For a while we went without the bible, little to Mother Hermia's knowledge. That is until Margret found out. She secretly taught us some of the verses.
Around the time I was old enough to become a nun, I had went to the Cheshire academy, in order to become a maid. I had nothing better to do with my "damnable" life so why not?! Little did I know what I was signing myself up for.