- Wow, this started something... - Eliah said. - Is it okay to tell this in front of a child?

- I don't know. - I said. - But...

- Oh... And to think my mom and dad see stuff like this every day, wow. - said the girl.

- W-what? - Eliah. - W-well... That aside, why did you start the story like that?

- Ah, well...

- You know, it's just... It's stupid to start like that. It's as if you said, "This right here is going to happen much later in the story, so suck it up for all these hours full of boredom to get to this 'interesting moment.'"

- ...

The little girl was looking at us confused.

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Well, let's continue.

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- Hey, don't ignore me!

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Location: A town in West Virginia. (November 28th, 1970)

  It was a very quiet night. At that late hour of the night, no one was to be found on the streets of that large town on the side of a mountain. In the silence of the night, a young couple wearing cloaks that hid their faces were carrying a basket.

- Hey... Are you sure that what we are doing is right? I... I can't...

Said a female voice, which was answered by a male one.

- We have to do this. We've talked about this before... Besides, we're still too young to be parents... And yes, I know you were taking care of our son for two years... But still, it's better to do this.

  They were two people, a boy and a girl, who looked to be between fourteen and sixteen years old.

- I know I told you this before, but what you're saying doesn't make sense... Why should we abandon him when we can raise him together? We have the means to do it...

- No... Even it is painful for me to do this! Don't you understand? - exclaimed the boy, despite the silence it seemed that no one had heard him. - I'm sorry.... I got carried away.... But seriously, we should do this, I'll tell you about it when we get back to your place.

- But... I hope what we do is the right thing to do.

  After saying that, they both went to the door of a house. Already in front of it, the girl left the basket there, knocked on the door and they both proceeded to run away.

  A few seconds later, a woman appeared who looked to be in her fifties. When she saw that there was no one at the door, she decided to leave, but something stopped her.

  At her feet was a basket, a baby barely a year old was inside, very sheltered and with a folded paper.

  The woman picked up the baby, along with the basket, and went into the house.

  The folded paper contained the baby's name, age and birthday... Yes, that was on it, albeit without a birth year (?), but that was easy to deduce...

  The baby's name was Mathias Donovan and his birthday was January 15, he was ten months old. That child had a birthmark on his left hand, but the lady didn't think anything of it.

  The woman called the authorities to see if they could find a relative who had custody of the child (besides, she knew his last name.) But, unbelievably, they could not find any relative. Because of this, the lady decided to raise the child.

  Telling you more, Mathias had been raised by that woman, who was the sister of the town priest. She was a widow, she had lost her husband and her son in 1968, due to a traffic accident from which she didn't come out unscathed either... But that's not what's important right now, isn't it? Or is it? She is fine, currently, for your information.

  After the above, five years have passed. Mathias was already a six-year-old boy. At that time, Mathias had blond, slightly long hair and was 1.21 meters tall (which is not very relevant). His eyes were black and he had a little black mole on his right cheek.

- Mom, I'll be right back! - Mathias shouted.

- Yes, son, but be back before lunch, okay?

- Yeah!

  Mathias quickly left the house to go play with his friends.