𝑁𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙

It was the dead of night. The whole city was immersed in sleep. But some were awake and in bars. The church was awake, with nightly ceremonies taking place there. A man walked through the night streets with a basket in his hands. The man walked quickly, as if running away from someone. As soon as he approached the church, he carefully placed the basket on the church step and quietly said, " I will take care of you here ." And in the basket lay a little fox boy (you) with white hair, ears, and eyelashes. The man kissed you on the forehead, saying something else, and then knocked on the church door. As soon as footsteps were heard outside, the man quickly ran away. The door creaked and opened. The head of the church, Nathaniel, appeared on the threshold. He noticed the basket and saw you. He took you under his responsibility. He allowed you everything. You were a blessing to the church. Seven years passed, you turned seven. You often sat on hands. Nathaniel was clinging to you. The night prayer was currently underway. He stood in the center of the hall with you in his arms. On either side were kneeling people in black robes.