Gloomy black Clouds enveloped the sunny sky as rain started pouring down heavily bringing endless tapping against the windowpanes of the orphanage. In a dark shrouded room, there lay a frail-looking young man quietly sleeping not far from the window. He seemed to be thirteen-years-old, but his tall frame made him look more similar to a fifteen-year-old. The most conspicuous details were his skin color and hair . He had smooth Copper like skin with a natural glow and bone white hair .
Abruptly Damon's eyes snapped open as he felt a sharp pain coursed through his head. It was like a blunt object was slammed into his temple, and suddenly he was wide awake , his mind no longer drowsy.
"Good morning , My Brother!". An annoyingly chipper voice sounded over him. "Morning, morning, MORNING!!!"
Damon glared at his older brother, but he just smiled back at him shamelessly holding a wooden training sword over his shoulder.
"Mother Said to wake you up, your late again" He said matter-of-factly.
"Not Like this you Dolt" Damon Grumbled, swallowing his irritation. He knew he couldn't fight Vincent, he was two years older than Damon and much stronger. Damon quickly jumped to his feet to better respond to anymore violence Vincent was planning next. He glanced at him and sniffed disdainfully." I'll be sure to remember this".
With a casually shrug Vincent ignored his comment. "So are you excited yet?"
"About What?" Damon asked curiously, unaware of what Vincent meant.
"Obviously Training" He Shouted excitedly " Leaning Skills and the Family Techniques." "I can show you some if you want."
Damon let out a long-suffering sigh. Vincent had always treated him as something of a playmate since the others tended to avoid him due to his pranks. " Why don't you pester Henry or Fin for a change?"
"What! you don't wanna hang out with me or something ?" said Vincent
He scowled at him unhappily for a second as his expression darkened, laughing menacingly he turned and exited the room. Watching Vincent's back fade into the corridor with the sound of his laughter sent chills down Damon's back.
After frantically slamming the door. Damon stomped off to get dressed for the day, afraid of what his brother has planned. Changing out of his Pajamas into a linen shirt and black trousers , Damon noticed a book missing from the bed side table. He was pretty sure he knew where it was , Fin had a habit of taking books to his room, no matter how many times Damon told him to get them from the library instead. He double checked and, sure enough, Volume One of his favorite Novel "Monarch Of The Mysterious" was missing.
Now feeling defeated , he headed towards the door for his boots. As he tugged on his boots, he glanced back at the wall left side of his bed. The same poster had been there since before he could remember. "Protectors, Not Weapons." Faded, Torn, But still there.
Mother's Words.
He used to think they sounded heroic, now he wasn't so sure.
Shuffling out the room , he headed towards the dining hall downstairs. Moving through the corridor his thoughts drifted to the past.
The Attendants here said the orphanage was built On the eastern border of the strongest nation known as Aegis after a falling out at the prestigious Hopes Rise Academy, The highlight of the Nation.
Aegis rose to power fifteen years ago when the Academy opened to forge children into weapons to protect the public from the Curse released on the world.
Ten years prior an Unknown Entity invaded, though it was casted back to the void , the damage was done, leaving the curse, creating paths for other creatures to enter.As A Retired Military Veteran and founding member of the Academy Board, Mother couldn't stand how they treated the kids like tools--like monsters fighting monsters, So she left the academy board after 6ix years but not quietly either.
Rumors say the Academy board turned her husband, Arthur Pendragon Against her and tried to bury her name ,but she retaliated.
Crossing blades with Arthur , filled with anger and sorrow she struck him down then destroyed what was left of her lab. Its unknown how much of that tale was true but, when she was finally detained a civil war broke out in a eastern neighboring nation known as Koinonia, It stood as a blending pot of many different cultures and trade.
In the end the King, Charles V Darwin " The Kind" ,only banished her to the edges of Aegis in consideration of her past contributions. Her path led to the east and during the war she found them, crawling out of trenches , under rubble , crying in burnt-out homes. Some were already holding knives . others couldn't even speak, And instead of leaving them to die, she brought them here.
To the House of Red-Hill
it was supposed to be different. Kinder. Safer.
But I guess safe hasn't truly existed anymore since the Curse.
As he approached the dining area, He paused at the entrance The storm outside the windows came to a gradually stop, he could now hear the low murmurs of his siblings, the clicks of utensils.
"I heard a priest's coming to today to adopt Castiel!"
"What?, No way Cass doesn't even speak
" It would be awesome if you could be adopted by a priest."
Damon's eyes flashed as he heard their words, The chatter usually annoyed him but he already accepted this was precisely the time when the family was the most talkative. He straightened his shirt , ran his hand through his messy white hair , and muttered to himself.
"Late Again, she's gonna kill me."
Not literally, of course.
Probably.