This fic is my first fic and I wrote it for my friend Wolfje. Her birthday is almost there so this is a birtday gift for her. She is in Bulgaria right now for a school project so I can't give her a real gift. Please review, because I want to improve my writing skills!
Prologue: Orion
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere there was a very small village. The village called Orion didn't have a lot inhabitants. There were 5 houses standing next to each other, a small church with a house next to it and one big mansion a mile out of the village. Only a small dusty road ran to the village. The only thing that came to the village was a small truck of a trader who bought the products the villagers cultivated and sold them other stuff they needed.
In each of the 5 houses lived a big family. And most of them never go further away from the village as 3 miles. The 5 family's all had a different specialism. One had a field of grain, one had cows and horses, one had sheep and chicken, one had a windmill and a bakery and the last had fields with potatoes.
In the house next to the church lived the priest. This man had spent the first 18 years of his life in a monastery where he learned everything about the Christian religion there is to know. Then he moved to Orion to learn from the old priest there. After the old priest died he had taken the job to guard the souls of the village of Orion.
The mansion outside Orion was very big. It was a little bit decayed, but you could still see how beautiful it must have been when it was build. There was a big garden around the mansion but it turned in to a jungle because no one was taking care of the garden. There were people living there but nobody knew who it was. The people in Orion did see lights shining trough the windows and sometimes even see silhouettes of persons but never someone outside the mansion. But the villagers were not curious people so the never examined who truly lived in the mansion.
The most exciting things that happened in the villagers where the arrival of the trader, a marriage, a funeral or the birth of a child. The villagers were strict religious people so they lived plain. It was a calm live but excitement was not something the villagers liked so they were satisfied.
But soon something would change everything in the village…