Warning: Future violence, randomness, this chapter and a few others will have bullying, so… be nice
Disclaimer: I might add random anime characters that I DO NOT OWN… I only own the words in this story… thing…yep :3
A/N: This was all hand-written first, but some things I changed a bit, I added a bit, but that's okay with me 'cause I still like what came out, hope you readers do, too…
About 8 years after the prologue, in the summer…
It was a little after noon when the nuns let the children out into the yard to play. The little orphanage housed four nuns and eleven little children, ranging from four years old, to twelve. There were four little girls and seven boys; they all slept in the same big room in separate beds.
"All right, children, try to be nice to each other today," said the head nun, Sister Verity, who was about thirty-one.
"Yes, sister," all the children chorused.
"Good, now run along, you all have one hour to do whatever you wish outside before evening lessons," she said again and went inside, leaving the children with Sister Elaine, he eldest un, who promptly fell asleep on a bench in the shade of the orphanage.
The two youngest children went to the sandbox and started playing while the older children surrounded one little girl, who only looked down at her shoes.
"Well, a demon like you should be fine playing by herself behind that tree where normal children can't see you!" said the eldest boy, who was about eleven, pointing to a large tree by the fence to the yard.
"Yes, Ken," the little girl replied quietly, not looking up from her shoes.
The boy named Ken punched the little girl on the side of her face hard enough to knock her over and leave a bruise. "Don't say my name with your demon mouth! If you talk to me, call me 'sir!'" he said.
The little girl got up slowly, never looking up from her shoes. "Y-yes, sir," she said in a slightly quavering voice.
"Good!" Ken crowed triumphantly and signaled to the other children o leave. " And put up your hood so that we don't have to see your demon look."
"Yes, sir," she said, pulling up the hood of her little grey habit.
"Now go, I'm done with you!" Ken said, turning and joining the other children in a game of dodge ball.
The little girl went to the tree Ken had pointed out and went around to the side away from the children who were playing. She sat down against the tree, put her head on her knees, and started to softly cry.
When the tears finally stopped, she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked around. She realized that the tree she was under was a large apple tree filled with green apples and that she was right next to the fence that separated the orphanage and the forest that the nuns always said was haunted and dangerous. She sniffed, wiped her nose on her sleeve, and looked into the shadows of the trees. She had lived in the orphanage for all of the short eight years that she could remember, but, for some reason, had never really taken an interest in the area around it. She thought she saw something shining deeper in the forest and out of curiosity climbed the fence ad wandered into the shadows of the forest.
After a bit of walking, she stumbled into a wide clearing and many wild berry bushes bursting with ripe red berries. Being thirsty from crying earlier, she walked cautiously to the spring, went down on her knees beside it, and was about to scoop some water in her hands to drink, when she saw a sad little girl with dark purple hair peaking out of a grey hood and a cerulean right eye and crimson left one looking up at her. The little girl in her reflection had a small bruise purpling on the left side of her face.