Eren blinked against the morning light streaming through the windows of Blackfield Orphanage. The familiar aroma of coffee wafted through the air, her lifeline and vice. She clutched her mug, savoring the warmth and bitterness that helped her face the day. At seventeen, she was one of the oldest in the orphanage, just a few months older than Shutoko, who had become a pillar of reliability for everyone, including herself.
Eren stole a glance across the room at Shutoko, who was already deep in a book, his brow furrowed in concentration. His sophistication and intellect were as intimidating as they were admirable. She sighed, her thoughts briefly lingering on her unspoken crush before she was jolted back to reality by a burst of laughter from the living room.
"Ziva, slow down! You're going to break something!" Eren called out, though she knew it was futile.
Ziva, fifteen and a whirlwind of energy, was darting around the room, her exuberance unstoppable. "Never!" she shouted back, her laughter infectious. She was the heartbeat of their small group, always moving, always bright.
At the long dining table, Mistico and Kioko, the seven-year-old twins, were giggling as they played with their breakfast, forming little sculptures out of their food. Mistico, the sister, was the more imaginative of the two, often leading their creative endeavors. Kioko, her brother, followed her lead with equal enthusiasm, their bond unbreakable.
Havana, sixteen and the resident artist, was sketching quietly in her notebook, capturing the lively morning scene with her usual keen eye for detail. Her drawings often served as a silent chronicle of their days, filled with joy, sorrow, and everything in between.
Eren took another sip of her coffee, feeling a bit more awake. She turned as she heard Shutoko’s footsteps approaching. He stopped in front of her, a stern look on his face. "Eren, how many cups have you had today?" he asked, his tone more concerned than scolding.
She shrugged, giving him a tired smile. "Just enough to function," she replied, knowing it wouldn't satisfy him.
"You really need to cut back," he said, shaking his head. "It's not good for you."
"I'll try," she lied, knowing full well that coffee was her crutch in this unpredictable world.
Lain, her fourteen-year-old brother, chose that moment to burst in, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Hey, Eren, look what I found!" He held up a frog, wriggling in his hands.
"Lain, put that back outside," Eren said, exasperation creeping into her voice. He was always up to something, his chaotic energy a stark contrast to her own.
"But it's so cool!" he protested, though he reluctantly complied, heading back out the door.
Just then, the soft chime of a bell echoed through the halls, signaling that it was time for their morning meeting with Mother. She was a constant in their lives, her age and true nature shrouded in mystery. The children trusted her implicitly, never questioning the serene authority she wielded over Blackfield.
Mother entered the room, her calm demeanor instantly quieting the chatter. She had an air of unshakable composure, her eyes warm yet inscrutable. "Good morning, everyone," she greeted, her voice smooth and comforting. "I hope you're all ready for another wonderful day."
The children responded with a chorus of greetings, their faces lighting up at the sight of her. Eren, though, couldn't help but feel a subtle unease. There was something about Mother's perfect composure that felt just a little too controlled, a little too flawless.
As Mother began her usual morning talk, outlining the day's activities, Eren’s mind drifted. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, a nagging doubt that had been growing for weeks. It wasn't just her overactive imagination or the result of too much coffee. It was something deeper, a whisper of unease that gnawed at the edges of her consciousness.
"...and remember, always stay within the walls," Mother concluded, her eyes scanning the room with a gentle smile. "Safety is our top priority."
Eren nodded along with the others, but her mind was already racing. What lay beyond those walls? What was the true nature of their idyllic haven? She glanced at Shutoko, who met her gaze with a knowing look. He sensed it too, the unanswered questions lurking in the shadows.
As the group dispersed to begin their day, Eren felt a surge of determination. She needed to find out the truth, for herself and for the others. The whispers of freedom were growing louder, and she couldn't ignore them any longer.
What's up nightlings,
Sorry for not updating in a while, I've just been busy with some exams and stuff. As well as writers block and a friend (@That_One_Riri) forces me to sleep eight hours instead of my usual four to five.
Anyways this is my new series as i have ended the ilusion of ages at where i wanted to end it, on a cliff hanger as i may or may not produce a second book for it.
This book is based off a plan that me and @That_One_Riri made ages ago, and i found it and i decided to actually put it into play with a few tweaks.
Also i will being trying to update The Coffee House Angels now and again but i will be focusing on this right now.
Lastly this is heavily based off of the anime 'The promised neverlands' since we both used to watch anime long ago.
(I mean i haven't stopped)
So I hope you enjoy reading.
<3
✧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🎧🤎☕˚˖𓍢ִ໋✧
In a secluded orphanage surrounded by high walls and lush forests, a group of children live under the watchful eyes of their caretakers. Despite the idyllic facade, the children uncover a chilling secret about their true purpose and the fate that awaits them. Driven by a burning desire for freedom, they embark on a perilous journey to escape their confines and uncover the truth about the world beyond. As they navigate treacherous landscapes and evade relentless pursuers, the whispers of freedom fuel their courage, leading them to a destiny they never imagined. This tale of resilience and hope explores the unbreakable bonds of family and the indomitable spirit of the human will.
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