Chapter 1
Christmas
25th December

Snow drifted slowly from the heavens. All around, a white carpet surrounded the area. Cars honked, anxious to escape from the blanket of white. Elsewhere, footprints embedded themselves into the snow as children cheered playfully. Some had snowballs in their hand while others were merely enjoying the cold.

In a remote part of the rowdy street, a single tall building stood tall, overshadowing the others. It could have been treated as a rather proud, elegant piece of architecture of you took away the gloomy surroundings and the silent atmosphere within.
It was a foster home.

A particular door stood out amongst the others. It's door seemed to have a quite silvery glow surrounding it. Inside, a little girl with stormy grey eyes lay her head upon the windowsill. She gazed out, trying her best to catch a glimpse of the festive season outside.
No matter where she looked, however, it was merely darkness.

Christmas

That one word resonated in her mind.
To others, it was a day of happiness, but other than that it was a rather ordinary day.
But to her, who had been in the gloomy foster home almost her entire life, it was a chance for her.
A chance for her to catch a glimpse of the light.

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Chapter
Opposite lives
29th December

It had been four days since Christmas but the festive atmosphere still resided amongst the citizens of New York. Houses remained still adorned with various decorations.
Remember that foster home I mentioned earlier? Well the building right opposite of it would be the highlight of this chapter.
Despite being one of the nearest to the gloomiest building, it seemed the complete opposite of what it should be. Inside, a Christmas tree stood tall and proud in the living room. Cheers erupted as both the adults and children continued their celebrations. A large screened TV boomed as a comedy show was displayed on it.
Never judge a book by its cover
This was an apt description.
In a room at the far end of the house, a little boy lay in bed looking emptily at the ceiling. His sea-green eyes which had been disguised with happiness and excitement now looked surprisingly empty and emotionless.
He got up and lay his head on the windowsill.
He blinked his eyes as a gust of wind blew and snow rocketed to the ground.
In that snowy night, despite the surrounding festive mood, a single tear fell from those eyes.

Omg is it supposed to be Percy?