"Orphanages are needed in every city, and some parents can't look after their children whether it is the inability to look after them, bringing them into a hostile environment, their beliefs, or avoiding hardships. I've seen some give up their precious children because they had the wrong hair colour "How dare a child of mine, of my house, inherit their mother's hair colour! That isn't my child!" to caught up in ideals to see the perfection in front of them, to caught up in anger to see the fallacy. About 10 years ago there was an angel, one with the sweetest heart I think a human could have thrown out because she looked different, had another arm growing from her shoulder, and another helpful soul who was a lot better at art than thinking wound up walking towards my path. " The man who had surely seen many years spoke, like many in his profession it took years to become the head of an Orphanage and carry the love, wisdom, and parental care for those no one wanted to provide care for. "Father Stone, why wasn't the inept one dealt with, in my eyes seemed a burden." the devilish-looking youth spoke with a face so emotional and blank that one would hardly notice with the overwhelming curiosity exerted by said youth. "Child, know kindness and the lord shall save you and no good person would forsake a kind heart." Priest Stone offered, staring with his glistening gray eyes disguised by a stoical demeanor. "that's..." quietly realizing there was nothing to ask, nothing to object. "hey, father when I grow up do you think I can become a magic knight and help people like you?"