The wind blowing gave me a sense of peace. It feels like a wonderland, a garden full of flowers, trees, sounds of bird chirping, beautiful butterfly sitting on my head. Is this place heaven? But ain't I sleeping? Is it a dream?

Sounds of people crying and begging for mercy was loud. What sort of dream is this? Don't you see things in dreams? But I only see darkness. Where have the butterflies gone?

I felt someone picking me up. I tried opening up my eyes but a hand touched my forehead and lulled me to sleep.

The smell of Rose petals was overwhelming. It was taking over my other senses. I opened up my eyes to see a clear blue sky full of birds and butterflies. It looked like a fairytale.

I got scared when I felt something trickling down my legs. I immediately sat up and saw a small feather there.

I looked up again to find no roof. What sort of place is this?

My attention was then taken to my surroundings. A white coloured room with patches of peach and pink. If I'm not wrong, then this is surely not my room. This was as big as the garden in the orphanage.

There were so 4 windows inside the room and I could see that the house was surrounded by trees.

The owner of the house is living a life which I always wanted. I was slightly jealous of him. But first of all, why am I here?

Did someone kidnap me?

The question that worried me the most was-"Why am I not scared? Ain't girls supposed to be screaming at such time?"

There's surely something wrong in my head.

I put my hands on the mattress but it didn't feel normal. I looked down to see feathers and leaves sewn together to form a mattress. I put my feet down on the carpet which looked so beautiful and most probably handmade.

It was quite a shock because you never find such beautifully crafted things in cities.

I turned towards the only door in the room and started to open it up.

But the door opened itself from outside making me let out a shriek.

A man, tall like a tower, broad chest, pure black beard and his eyes. What the hell!!

His eyes were same as the men in my dream.

Just behind him stood two other men with same physique and same eyes.

I rubbed my eyes hard. Am I dreaming again? How's this possible?

The three of them stepped towards me making me backward. As soon as they too one step ahead, I took one step back.

It continued till I bumped into the wall and all three of them bent down on their knee with their heads bowed down and one hand on their chests.

This is so creepy! I would've ran to the door but the door was shut again.

They were saying something slowly which I couldn't understand at all. Are they going to kill me? Like sacrifice me to God?

I was about to run for hills when the three of them looked up. Their eyes held a mysterious shine in them. I was so busy looking into them that I almost didn't catch what they said.

"Our Angel", I missed the starting part but still their voice gave me a shudder, not of a bad kind but of something new that cause flutters in your stomach.

All three of them got up. One took my right hand, second the other and the third one put his hand on my back. They led me towards a big bench near the biggest window.

I should be scared but their touch is something else. It gives a peaceful feeling and fills the emptiness in my heart.

The bench was covered with the creeper rolled all around it.

I wanted to stand my ground and not sit but just a glance in their eyes and my resolve dissolved in a mere second.

Where's my subconscious now? Not making any comments on the situation we're in.

I was handed a board and a fountain pen. When was the last time I write something? What if my handwriting is bad?

What if they hate me after seeing it?

How do they know that I can't speak?

All these questions were making me dizzy.

A gentle rub on my knees and back made me come back to reality, the reality in which I was alone with three men in between of forest.

I quickly wrote on it, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

I was about to write more but a hand stopped me and the pen was taken back.

"One question at a time angel.", A husky voice said. It's very difficult to differentiate them because they're of same height, same physique and same everything. Even they're wearing same black cloak.

Is it halloween? Usually people dress in this at that time. I've once seen a Halloween magazine in which people were dressed like this.

"I'm Theodore.", the one on my left said.

"He's Agastya.", he said pointing towards the man on my right.

"And he's Raffaele.", he said pointing towards the guy who was bent down to my level.

Their names gave me a tingly feeling. My heartbeat went up and my hands became sweaty. Raffaele took my hands in his and gave me a small reassuring smile as if to tell me that they weren't going to hurt me.

"You're here with us now angel. It's your home, the place you always belonged to. No one will hurt you again. They received what they deserved.", he said looking at me with adoration.

The pen was again handed back to me.

What does he mean that it's my home? I'm an orphan. I don't have a home.

"I'm an orphan. Where's the orphanage and the children?", I quickly wrote.

"They're alive and as I said receiving what they deserve.", he said while looking deep into my eyes.

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