Author's note: This is just a little experiment I am trying out. I will continue to add, but I honestly have not the slightest clue where this is going. Your comments and suggestions are more than welcome. 714Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHm2aCjeyK0
It was a chilling morning in September, the year was 1911. The wind was howling like some ever present vengeful phantom, just as forgiving too. The wind lapped at Tanya's hair, Sending chills down her spine. Tanya Degurachaff, age nine had found herself orphaned when she was only an infant, when she lived at the nunnery she had been tested for magical aptitude, but apparently she was about as special as a sack of potatoes. At the age of five Tanya ran away from the nunnery. Tanya had felt the effects of the famine that ravaged the land, and she did not want to let Being X win this early on.714Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6fhNGAqWSz
"That damned Being X, if he had just stayed out of this I would have been living it up in the rear echelon. But instead that cheating bastard cut that life short and threw me into this hell whole!"
Just then Tanya's stomach growled.
"Damn I'm hungry, maybe leaving the nunnery was a mistake, and at least there I had a meal a day."
Tanya looked down at her shirt and pondered its tattered state. It had been three days since her last meal, a pitiful excuse for a meal that consisted of a few crackers she had stolen of a restaurant table whilst no one was looking.
"This is Hell."
Just then it started to rain, and not just rain, downpour. Tanya scrambled for the only shelter she had, a newspaper someone had thrown out. Tanya pulled the newspaper over her head, but the freezing rain still managed to soak her to her bones, it was like a thousand needles being stuck in every square inch of skin then set on fire. Tanya was so cold that it started to feel warm, and that worried her.
"What a pitiful place to meet your end, alone and cold in the streets."
Her nose started to run and she started to sneeze. Just as she thought it was over a man in a long black trench coat stopped in front of the ally-way that Tanya was huddled in. Confounded by the sight of this little girl in front of him he stretched out his hand.
"Hello, why don't we get you out of this rain?"
To be continued in chapter 1….714Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw8RSxA2AQvns 188.8.131.52da2