Saturday, 14 June 2008
09:36:18 AM (GMT)
The moon shown over New York City in November of 1995, despite the heavy rain
pounding the streets and buildings. The cloudy sky opened up to let the moon shine
through high above the skyscrapers. Not many drivers risked driving in the cold
falling water, for the weather forecast on the radios and TV's mentioned hail, and
Puddles formed along the worn sidewalks and streets, and nobody dared go outside.
Well, almost nobody.
Footsteps echoed around the near empty streets, as a woman wearing a light brown
cloak ran like a lost dog. She carefully held a newborn wrapped in a woolen blanket
as she searched the building names for the one she was looking for. The words were in
a language unfamiliar to her, but she had a piece of paper holding the word she was
looking for in the right language.
She got someone she met to write it for her; the man looked at her like she was
crazy, or stupid. But she had the paper and was trying to match the lettering to the
lettering on the buildings.
Her child slept content in her arms, not bothered by the rain. The mother searched
frantically on the buildings, but couldn't find a match.
She soon made it to a brick building, old and worn. The steps were made of concrete,
and had an awning over the door. She ran under the awning to escape the rain. A
cardboard box was to her right, and a bronze sign on the wall to her left. She looked
at it, cradling her daughter. She saw some familiar lettering.
She compared the paper she had to the sign; they definitely matched. She took a large
envelope from her cloak, and pulled the cardboard box in front of the strong wooden
doors. The mother carefully placed the child in the box, trying her best not to wake
her. She then placed the envelope beside her, and looked up to the door, showing her
deep blue eyes. She clenched her hand in a fist and held it to knock. Something held
her hand away; the thought of leaving her newborn daughter at a place where
parent-less children stayed. She didn't want her to grow up thinking she had no
parents, But she brought herself to banging on the solid doors. She then quickly went
down the stairs, careful not to slip. She hid out of sight, waiting to see if someone
would answer. The door opened after about ten seconds, and she could see a little
girl, no more then two years old, answer. She had short pink hair, hazel eyes and was
wearing a long nightgown. She saw her daughter right away.
"Auntie! Come here!" She called to an older woman in the building. An elderly woman
soon appeared and saw the baby, and brought her in without haste. Knowing her child
was safe, the mother ran off into the streets of New York, hoping not to be seen
The elderly woman held the girl, abandoned by a mother. The girl at her leg tugged on
"Auntie, why is the baby all alone?"
"Well, Sera, sometimes parents can't take care of their child, or don't want them, so
they give them to orphanages so we can take care of them."
"That's sad. Who'd leave their baby alone, especially in the rain?"
"I don't know, Sera, but I'm sure she had a good reason."
Sera didn't say any more, but ran off to her room. She was going to arrange a room
for the girl, when she noticed an envelope in the box. She carefully bent down and
picked it up. It had a large bulk in it; it probably had something inside of it. She
opened it, and pulled out the paper in it. It was written poorly, as if written by a
child, but it was indeed written by an adult. She had trouble distinguishing the
words, but soon made it out.
For reasons beyond my control, I can't take care of my daughter. Please, take
good care of her. She has a bright future ahead of her. Her name is Mana Futabatei.
She was born on November 2, '95. Make sure she get's the package in the
She pulled out what was in the envelope. It was a disassembled flute.
The flute shone brightly in the dim light, and it didn't feel like it was metal. When
she assembled it, she saw that on the mouthpiece was ignitials in a fancy font.
It must've been expensive to make this for her. It's such good quality, and the
engraving wasn't done cheaply either.
She took the note, the flute and the girl, now known as Mana, to Sera's room. Since a
boy was recently adopted, there was still a spare crib. When she opened the door, she
looked at Sera's gleaming eyes.
"Sera, she's going to be staying in your room. You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all! What's her name?"
"What a nice name."
Sera took a look at Mana, laying in the crip. She already had a thick head of black
hair, and her eyes shone deep blue.
"Don't worry, Mana. I'll be here to take care of you."
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