Prologue
277 Words
It was a dark and cold night as the orphanage caretaker tucked the children in their beds upstairs. The ocean and wind moved together in harmony causing chaos as if it were one force. One voice. All of a sudden she heard a large thump on the door. She went downstairs and grabbed the sword she kept for protection. Then she went to the door. “Who’s there?!” she called out. There was no answer on the other side of the door. She readied the sword to swing as she opened the door.
No one was outside. But then she heard a cry. At the ground where her feet stood a baby was in a basket wrapped in cloths. A newborn.
She looked around her to see if there was any sign of the person who left the baby on the doorstep. Nothing. No one.
The storm had vanished. Not a trace of any mayhem that had occurred not so long ago.
She picked up the baby and brought her inside the little orphanage.
The basket had no card or letter from the birth parent. Just a necklace in the shape of the ocean. A wave.
She looked into the blue-green eyes of the baby. In those eyes she could see the power and determination she would one day possess.
“I will name you Braeylnn,” she exclaimed, “for you were born in one of the strongest storms in history. Only a powerful soul would be able to survive this night in such a fragile state.”
And with that she tucked the baby in with the other children not knowing the strange power she let into the orphanage that night.
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