The Orphan Keeper Novels & Stories

When I canme out of the building’s back, I coughed loudly but immediately shushed myself as I heard a van driving away. Creeping forward, I eavesdropped on the conversation between my keeper and a fireman. There were no children left, it was like they had gone. Had they forgotten Corey and I? The next words that my orphan keeper said broke my heart and confirmed my thoughts. “Yes, that’s all of them,” She said and the fireman nodded. I just stayed with my soot-filled dress, staring at her in disbelief. I knew she hated me but not like this. I clutched Corey in my arms, glad to hear his heartbeat through my ears and I did the next thing I could think of.

He asked me to wait for their ceremony, so I told him that I would see but I wasn't sure. Soon the weekend came and I got my paycheck. Today is my Ori's day and I need to go there. I will book my ticket tonight online. I got ready and left for the heavenly place where my Lil shining stars reside. I wore a woollen orange top and black tights and left the hair open. Orenzo turned seven years old today. I walked inside the orphanage home and first met with Martha ma.

"Maybe next week." "That's good to hear unless you want to overwork you cousin. Cause look at her, she's running two big company just by her self. I sometimes pity your cousin, so you two should look after one another cause you're the only one I had." Her mom said in in a heart melting tone while holding her hands. *** "Good morning Mr. Turner" The head care-taker of the orphanage greeted them as they visited Nicollo. Luca greeted back with a wide fake smile to the caretaker. He only tried to be nice because the orphanage got something that could help them with their dirty plan.

The figure stepped forward. One step. Then another. Zoe couldn't see the person's face clearly. The warehouse was too dark. Her mind raced. Who was this? Was this the person who had been watching her? Was this the person who sent the message? Was Marcus working for someone else? The stranger finally stopped. Then a voice came from the darkness. Low. Calm. Unfamiliar. Zoe had never heard it before. "That would be me." The words seemed to echo through the warehouse.

Nobody had possessed the grace to look past the widespread destruction, past the rampaging monster, and past the existential fear to see the agonizing hurt buried underneath. Aurora began crying openly, her silver light pulsing softly. Suddenly, she understood the architecture of the beginning. The Keeper was not a warrior destined to tilt the scales, nor were they a ruler meant to command the gods. The Keeper was a witness. They were the guardian of primordial balance, the one tasked with remembering what everyone else forgot. Including forgiveness. Luca stood at the dead center of the Source, watching, listening, and learning as the ancient truths settled into his mind.

I claw at the bark, static shrieking. Eden's voice softens. *The Seed needs a guardian. Someone who can outlast the storm.* The oak stills. The Hunter is gone. --- **The Keeper's Burden** The static rages, untethered. I scream, lightning reducing nearby trees to glass. The storm isn't mine anymore-it's the Seed's, fed by the Hunter's sacrifice. A figure approaches, wading through the ash. The leader of the Forgotten, her pincers retracted, her eyes clear.

“Neither does he, I suppose! That’s what the staff are here for. Don’t worry about the spill, I’m sure you need to get to your lessons. I’ll send someone to take care of it for you.” I bit my lip. “It’s really no trouble – I don’t want to bother anyone.” I had always had to clean up my own messes, and often other people’s as well, back in the orphanage. We were expected to keep the place neat with the few cleaning supplies we had, in order to let Cliff pretend he was anything like a decent caretaker to the visitors. “Bless your heart, it’s not a bother at all. It’s our job, and Mr Voss is a great boss.” She winked at the rhyme she’d made, and we chuckled.

He was thankful to her for forgiving him and for freeing him from all the guilt. "Thank you... Thank you so much," Lucian sobbed after he got forgiveness from Nina. Nina smiled as she looked at him. "Now, I will take your leave," Nina sighed. "Wait," Lucian looked at her. "Yeah?" "Remember one thing, you're My Brother's Keeper, so take care of him," Lucian spoke. Nina smiled. "I will." 6 months later, Nina returned home from her work. She was completely exhausted and wanted to sleep, but the moment she turned on the lights of the apartment, she was surprised.

“We’ve been good, dear. Thanks to the money you left us that year we are able to live comfortably up until now.” Arya and Mother Irene went inside the orphanage while catching up. Mother Irene is the caretaker of the children in the orphanage, together with some volunteers. They mostly get by their lives through donation of wealthy men and kindhearted young misses from the rich family. Mother Irene herself came from a noble family with some riches but she chose to serve as a mother to all the children who were homeless. The community they were in was a property of her family which is given to her. Along the way, Arya noticed the old children that greeted her with longing; they came to her an

At the far end of the Hall, a throne of crystal slowly emerged from the shadows. Seated upon it was an elderly man dressed in robes of silver and gold. His beard flowed to his waist, and his eyes shone like stars. He looked both ancient and timeless. Lyra immediately knelt. "The First Keeper." Orion bowed respectfully. "I thought you had passed beyond this world." The old man smiled. "My body did." "My duty did not." He rose from the throne, supported by a staff made of crystal branches. "I am Arkan." "The final Guardian of Truth."