InTrO / PrOlOgUe

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Yings pov

"WAAAHHHHHH!!" My brother started wailing out. I was just 6 years old when our parents threw us out on the streets. Its been a year since then.
"Sis!! Im hungry..!!"

I looked at my poor brother.
"Its okay, Gopal..." I wiped some ash off his cheeks, pitying my 5 year old bro. "Im going to find us something to eat."
Trying my best to smile, he leaned on my shoulder and held on to his growling stomach.

In a short while Gopal had already fallen into a deep sleep.
I began to close my eyes, dismissing my headache.
Suddenly, a girl in a pink hoodie approached us. My eyes were too dry and blurry to see her clearly.

Her lips curved up into a smile,
"Oh my," She stared into my eyes.
"What is such an innocent child doing here? Cold and alone on these streets.."

"Whats your name?"

I wanted to speak to her clearly,
but what came out of my mouth was a hoarse whisper.

"I.. dont know.."
It was true. I can't remember my name, nor my identity. You could call me a child with no past.

She held my cheek with one hand. "Your name shall be..."

"Ying."

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