11. Chapter 11
~~“I grew up in the orphanage we went to earlier ever since I was a baby,” Luna said to Drago as she walked passed two older kids that were heading in the opposite direction, “and I accepted it as my home. Granted, while growing up, the place wasn't in the best of conditions, but I didn't care. Sometimes, I would sneak into some of the more dangerous places in search of mythical beings that I would read about. Don't tell Sophia though, she would flip.
“Back to the orphanage...I think I was around five years old when one of my friends was adopted. I was confused and asked Laura and she explained to me that my birth parents were dead and the place wasn't my actual home, but a place for me to stay in until someone decided to take me in.”
“I'm sorry for asking this,” Drago said, “but how did your birth parents die?”
“There was a house fire,” Luna replied, sounding a bit distant, “I have a scar on my back from that fire and the pain has yet to cease, so I try to avoid sleeping on my back.
“When Laura told me about the scar and I saw it for myself, I believed her, but I still accepted the orphanage as my home. Kids came and went, but I stayed. During that time, I learned a bit more about my birth parents. Neither of them were here in Australia, but grew up in England.
“My mom was apparently the daughter of a noble couple; when I learned that fact, I was a bit doubting, because I'm far from being noble like. She was apparently loved by all the guys and was a good friend to a lot of girls, I'm not even sure she had any permanent rivals or enemies.
“Then there's my dad. I never found out what his true name was, but apparently he was orphaned and grew up on the streets. I guess orphan runs in the family blood. Anyways, he was taken in by who would eventually be my mom, although her parents stood against it at the time. He worked as a servant in order to repay the family, and I guess that was when my grandparents accepted him.
“When they married, my mother's name was used. Thus, my last name is Nevermore. Then, on their one year anniversary, they moved here and that was when I came. You can piece together everything from there.”
Drago was almost speechless at that point. The girl before him, a genius who never openly discussed her intelligence, had a past that didn't reflect on that.
Unbeknownst to either Luna or Drago, Shizu was watching, seemingly hearing every word.
“Wow,” he muttered to himself, “I thought that people holding my family hostage was bad. Never knowing your own parents...I never thought of that. And yet, it seems familiar...Forget it.” He vanished into thin air, most likely teleporting.
Soon enough, Luna got home and placed her backpack on the couch.
“Sophia's probably going to think that I was caught up with my studies,” Luna said as she took Drago out, “so we'd better get ready to explain what happened.” Drago nodded distantly.