1894

The roar of a lion could be heard in the Jungle outside the little Pind (village) of Rupawal in the district of Hoshiarpur. Preet Kaur had just given birth to a beautiful baby boy. When the lion had let out its roar the little boy was in his three year old sister's arms. Her name was Sahiba Kaur.

Sahiba smiled, and stroked the little boy's face. He was going to be brave. Very brave.

Preet smiled warmly as any mother would smile in motherhood. Vir Singh, the little boy's father then held the boy in his arms for the first time.

He was so small, chubby and beautiful. But already you could tell his face would turn out strong, almost like a lion's.

"Jangbir Singh" muttered his father. Then smiled. The name suited. It suited very well. A lion brave in battle. That's was it meant.

No one at that time realized how fitting that name would become.

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There was a knock at the door of the orphanage. Sister Agatha furrowed her eyebrows, no-one comes to the orphanage this late at night. Especially in the cold rain.

The knocking become urgent. Finally Sister Agatha opened the door a crack. Seeing no one she was almost about to close it. That was when she heard a wail. She opened the door wide. The wailing was coming from her feet. She looked down. It was baby. Crying and screaming no doubt from the bitter harsh rain. She picked it up. That was when a note fell from the ground.

It read:

His name is Alastair Fletcher. I can't keep him. My wife is dead and I'm on the run from the law. You may hear about my death tomorrow. Keep him safe.

- B. Fletcher

Could this be the Bill Fletcher? Bill Fletcher the Bushranger? What was he doing is Sydney?

That was when she heard gunshots. Hastily she closed the door.

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Yes I know it's short. But stay tuned because this story is only going to get better.