Kimcharly Whistlesnew had always felt out of place, even in a world where magic didn't exist__until that morning...
Kimcharly Whistlesnew adjusted the strap of her pastel jumper and glanced at the crowded street, the sunset painted the cobblestone streets pink, and for a moment, everything felt normal, with each step, The matches she sold glimmered faintly as the moonlight start to appear...“Kimcharly has long black hair with soft bangs, striking black eyes, fair skin, and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose.”
Many years ago, Kimcharly ran away from the orphanage, and she sat at an empty street, shivering, Life in the orphanage has been harsh and lonely, The orphanage was cold and gray, the walls whispering loneliness and rules she never wanted to follow. Kimcharly’s heart ached for freedom, for warmth, for a place where she could belong. One night, she slipped out quietly, leaving behind the life that had never felt like hers.
Kimcharly hunched over her tiny basket, the matches rattling softly as she walked the dim streets. Her stomach growled with hunger, a sharp reminder of the cold, lonely orphanage she had left behind. Every step was heavy, but her heart ached more for warmth and kindness than for food. suddenly, Abartomey and Marjo Quezzley knelt beside her, treated her as she is their own daughter, offering comfort and warmth...
Through, their pockets were nearly empty, From that day on, She sold matches along the street to help their modest home, but even in the cold and struggle, she knew she finally found a family
One chilly evening, as Kimcharly shook her basket of matches, a soft chirping sound caught her attention, Perched atop a lamp post, is a strange tiny, plump, round bird like a fluff ball, with fluffy feathers and a delicate tiny reindeer-like Antlers... its eyes sparkled in intelligence and wisdom, and its whispers seemed almost like secrets carried on the wind, Kimcharly froze, almost mesmerized, as the little creature flitted gracefully from lamp to lamp.
Without thinking, she followed, weaving through narrow streets, her curiousity pulling her onward, too focused on the mysterious creature, she didn't know where it will lead, only she is interested to see where this mysterious strange bird go
Rounding a corner too quickly, she collided with someone, a woman with Auburn hair on a bun... "Oh! I'm sorry! " Kimcharly gasped, bowing slightly, grabbing her basket on the floor
The woman smiled gently, her eyes kind. "it's quite alright dear, are you hurt? "
"No... I'm fine, " Kimcharly replied softly, her cheeks burning. "I'm... I'm Kimcharly Quezzley... "
"Kimcharly Quezzley" The woman repeated, nodding thoughtfully. "I'm Laurica Gizzleton, it's a pleasure to meet you Kimcharly"
Kimcharly's awe and curiosity didn't fade, even as she introduced herself, Laurica's warm demeanor made her feel oddly safe, as if the world isn't entirely cold and harsh, Little did Kimcharly know, this chance encounter would be the start of something far greater than she ever imagined
Finally, the day came to an end, and Kimcharly trudged home with her basket lighter than before. She opened the door to see a familiar face instead of her adoptive parents. Laurica stood in the dim hallway, speaking softly with Marjo Quezzley. The two seemed to talk about something important, glances exchanged in secrecy.
“Kimcharly, dear, go to your room,” Marjo said gently, guiding her inside. “We’ll talk later.”
Obedient but curious, Kimcharly tiptoed into her room and closed the door quietly behind her. She pressed herself against the wall, listening. Her ears caught fragments of conversation.
“…she needs to attend Narinquelton… the magical school…” Laurica said softly.
“…yes, it’s important for her safety and growth…” Marjo replied.
Kimcharly’s eyes widened. Magical school? She had never heard of such a place. But before she could gather more information, the conversation ended abruptly, leaving her with a swirl of curiosity and excitement.
