Post by FORTUNE EMBERS on Jul 25, 2010 14:59:57 GMT -5
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[/size][/blockquote]It was just one of those days. Outside, the sky was blanketted with clouds. A light mist hung over the grounds of the orphanage, making it seem more decayed than usual.
And Fortune had been awoken early by a vivid nightmare, a nightmare that should have ended when the orphanage was taken over. Yet it seemed that no matter what he or the other children did, he would always be drowned in the shadows by that man.
Clutching at the hem of his flimsy nightdress, he stood and walked to the window so that he could watch as the fog rolled across the grounds. It was hard to see, due to the mist encompassing the orphanage as a whole, but he could catch a glimpse of the knotted tree and the brown vines.
Sometimes he wished he were the mist, free to roam as he pleased, inflict a sense of forboding wherever he went, yet remain untouchable; no one could fight it.
He wished he could see the beauty of detail once again. It was as if his eyes had permanence of fog glossing the outer layer, forcing him to look through the damaged lenses. No, all he could see were the figures, sweeping and moving across the dirtied grounds. The children were out, no doubt. Some were playing, and others were hunting...
Fortune stepped away and put his hands to his eyes, covering them only to find that still, sadly, it made little difference. Only now it was completely dark instead of a fogged, murky glass. Out of frustration, he picked up the nearest candle holder and threw the piece of metal at the doorframe with a frustrated cry.
He hated it all, and he wanted out- he wanted to be free.
Defeated, he sat down and buried his face in his hands once again to cry in peace. He was so lost in his own woes that he failed to notice the door opening and someone checking in on him.
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