A/N: As usual I had planned to post this earlier but I had to write a research paper for english and I was sick. But hey it's here now. Happy reading and happy Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate it.

Music lover 11: Yay! :D *gives virtual muffin*

Derp123123: Well if the end of last chapter was Armageddon this chapter may or may not be worse than Armageddon... Oh and thanks for the candy! *gives 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 virtual muffins*

Disclaimer: I own nil, nada, and nothing.

Third Person POV

Rythian, Seto, and the nameless boy sat at a table in the large orphanages small library. Rythian sat on one side nose deep in his book. Seto sat opposite of him also reading. The nameless boy sits next to Seto gazing out a clear glass window at the cloudy gray sky outside. Bored of the gloomy rain the young boy turned to Seto and peered over his shoulder at his book. He scrunched his nose in confusion. "You can really understand that?"

"Mmhmm.." Seto replied before looking to the boy next to him.

"Is it interesting?"

"Yes, very. It's about Ancient Minecraftian magic and is written in Ancient Craftian."

"Really!? That's so cool!" The boy shouted amazed. But his joy soon disappeared and was replaced with a frown. "Hey Seto..."

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

The boy looked down suddenly finding his lap interesting and quietly asked. "Could you teach me to read?"

"Sure, you want to learn Ancient Craftian?"

"Well..." His face flushed red in embarrassment and fidgeted in his seat. "Before I learn that shouldn't I learn regular Craftian?"

Rythian snapped his head up to look at the young boy. "You don't know how to read?" The boy shook his head solemnly. "You don't have a name! You can't read! Where the Nether did you come from!?"

"I don't know that either!" The boy cried out in frustration tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "The last place I remember being is this really warm place that is red and lava everywhere."

"So before you came here you lived in the Nether... literally!" Seto exclaimed astonished.

"Damn kid, you're something else," Rythian muttered.

"How'd you get from the Nether to here?" Seto asked.

"I don't... I don't wanna talk about it," The boy mumbled with a terrified expression as he hugged his knees to his chest. Tears leaked from his eyes leaving a wet trail down his cheeks.

Seto stared at him for a minute before leaving the table. Moments later he returned carrying a small children's book. He set the book in front of the nameless boy and sat next to him. The boy stared at the book curiously. Seto smiled. "You said you want to learn to read, didn't you?"

The boy grinned, wiped away his tears, and nodded eagerly. After about three hours of learning to read he was reading on his own. Occasionally he'd pause to ask Seto about a word. Next to him on the table is a growing pile of children's books. Since the boy had gotten a hang of reading Seto returned his attention to his own book.

Not long after, Rythian closed his book and asked the boy a simple question that would later mean everything. "What do you think of 'soro'?"

The boy stopped reading and gave Rythian a confused look. "What about it?"

"It means bright or smart in Ancient Craftian." Seto told him.

"It sounds cool. Why?" The boy replied still confused.

"What do you think of it as a name?" Rythian asked.

The boy thought for a minute. "Hmm... I like it cause it's different."

"If you want it could be yours."

The small albino smiled, ran to the other side of the table and hugged Rythian. The older boy just sat there I shock before returning the hug. Seto grinned when he saw the small yet genuine smile on Rythian's face. "I thought you said you can't smile."

"Well... I guess I lied," Rythian replied softly.

"It's not nice to lie," The boy, now called Soro, stated.

The next day the three boys played tag with the other kids. Once they got tired of running around they went to the library.

"Do you remember what I taught you yesterday?" Seto asked.

"Yup!" Soro replied.

"Really? Usually you'd have to be told more than once to remember it or at least when you're young." Rythian stated offhandedly.

"I have a phet... photogaf..." Unable pronounce his word properly, Soro stopped and thought for a moment. "...photographic memory."

"And yet you don't remember your name." Rythian stated offhandedly.

"I was never called by a name. He only called me 'boy'."

"Who called you that?"

"I don't know his name but he was mean to me."

"Was he your dad?" Seto asked.

"No. My daddy's dead."

"What about your mom?"

"I never met her." Soro mumbled sullenly. "What happened to your mom and dad?"

Seto hesitated looking to Rythian for help. Rythian sighed but answered the boy's question. "Our dad left us and never came back. Our mom got sick and couldn't get better."

"So you guys are brothers."

"Yeah," Seto replied. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No."

Seto glanced at Rythian asking a silent question. Rythian nodded in reply as he addressed Soro once again. "Well now you do."

"You mean..."

"Yeah."

Soro smiled and hugged the two older boys. "Thank you."