Hey Guys, Im sorry I haven't updated my other stories. I just am not sure I like them anymore. My writing style has slightly changed and all of my other stories seem too fast paced. If I get enough complaints about not continuing them, I might revise them and start uploading more chapters on them. This idea struck me a while back and it's nagging at me so I wrote it out, hopefully you guys like it, let me know.-InsoluableInsanity
A woman shrouded in black swept quietly down the pavement, keeping to the shadows. Held closely to her breast was a sleeping child. Every now and then the woman would flick her gaze down to the child and then quickly behind her fearfully as if someone might be following them. She suddenly turned down a path and followed it to a door, with a rotten sign hanging above, stating the place as Saint Mary's Orphanage.
From under her dark robes the woman pulled out a peculiar looking device, a small clock with two rings of metal around the outside. She turned the knob on the device repeatedly, and after a while she suddenly stopped and wrapped the chain of the clock around the child as well. Within seconds the world disappeared around them and images flickered by.
It came to a stop, and she gazed around them. She looked up to the sign, but what once had been decayed and rotting, now look freshly sanded and the paint looked new. She smiled wistfully to herself and set the bundle in her arms down on the doorstep, being sure to bundle the child well in her blanket. She stared at the small child, a small smile graced it's lips and tufts of brunette hair poked out from beneath the folds of her blankets.
A tear slid down the woman's face before she pulled something out of her pocket, a beautiful yet simple ring, held on a chain.
She lowered it down and tucked it into the baby's blanket, along with a yellowish piece of paper. She closed deep green eyes and placed a kiss on the child's brow. She righted herself and spoke in an ancient, yet powerful voice, "One day, my darling, we will be united again. One day, when you have proven yourself to Him and fulfilled your place in this world. Take care, Aludra."
The woman disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace of her presence other than the child, who slept on, having no clue as to the hardships it would face.
"ALUDRA! COME OUT THIS INSTANT." Shouted the very angry voice of Mother Andrea. A young girl of astounding beauty looked up from her book with a sigh, wondering what the others had blamed on her this time. She marked her place in her schoolbook, stood, and stretched before making her way toward the shouts of the Mother. She knew it was inevitable that she would end up with at least all of the chores tonight. That was what always happened. She didn't know why the other children didn't like her. She didn't mean to be a freak. It wasn't her fault. That nasty Riddle boy did more freakish stuff then her and he was still more accepted.
She shook her head sadly, but shook it off as she hesitantly stepped into the room that the shouts came from. She hoped the Mother wouldn't hit her this time...