I didn't ask to be put in an orphanage. I didn't ask for all this confusion. But I enjoyed the adventure. I didn't ask to be a sorceress. Sorry, i should back up a bit.

Hi! My name's Myorin. Myorin.. no last name. Not yet. I've lived in St. Rosaline's Orphanage for girls since I was 10. I can't remember my parents, my family. I have no recollection of any life outside of St. Rosaline's. Apparently I was taken to the orphanage by my parents and left there until they return.

I suffer from Retrograde amnesia, meaning I have no memories of anything that happened before the event that caused my memory wipe. I don't know what triggered it, why I forgot. All I know of my past is my name and my parents eyes. The memory is.. blurry, but i remember my mother has sparkling leaf green eyes, and my father has gleaming golden eyes. I have treasured this memory all my life, even drawing their eyes on my sketchpad. Yes, i can draw.

Life in an Orphanage isn't like in the books. There isn't any beating or extensive workload. It's not that bad. I share a room with other girls I've never bothered to memorize the names of. I have cooking duty along with some other girls on Wednesdays and Fridays and have to clean my area of the room everyday, but other than that, not much work. I go to Rosalina Girls Highschool on the weekdays, so I have a somewhat decent education. I even get top grades!

Even though my life in the Orphanage is far from horrible, I want to leave. Don't get me wrong! I don't hate it here! I just... want to find them. My real family. My parents might be long dead or not even want me.. but i want to meet them. To see them at least once. I'm fine with them hating me or not being able to care for me. I just want to know they exist. That i have an origin. I don't know why.. maybe i want proof of my existence. I don't know. I just want to meet them.

I stand up from my navy blue bed identical to everyone else's and look at the mirror beside my dresser. All of the girls live in rooms in groups of 15, the separate spaces divided by screens. I stay in the one closest to the wall. I stare into my gold eyes i inhereited from my father. I run a hand through my dyed Dark purple and cyan hair. I dyed it when i was 14. I'm 16 now. Its been 6 years since i started living in St. Rosaline's. I have deathly pale skin due to my reluctancy to leave the main building, usually only leaving to go to school or to a nearby bookstore. The Orphanage gives all of us 2000 Yen a week. I usually save up to buy a new book at the book store. Otherwise i'm at the building's library, reading fantasies about masked Vampires and violent Angels.

I ended up putting my waist length straight hair into a loose braid before plopping back onto my bed and pulling out my phone, a gift from the caretakers on my 15th birthday. I typed in my passcode and opened up Youtube. The orphanage had decent wi-fi, which i used to watch anime. I clicked on an episode of an anime with servant vampires.

I finished the episode and put my phone down. I stretched and walked out of my area. I was greeted by my roommates. I nodded at them. I walked out of the room and decided to go to the library and re-read the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling.

"Ah! Myorin, there you are." I turned around to face the kind woman who runned the Orphanage. She had long pale blond hair usually in a bun and soft blue eyes. "You have another interview, remember?" Ah. I forgot. "Oh, right. I forgot.." i followed her to the interview room we had for people wishing to adopt. This was routine for me. A couple would some in, read my file, think i was interesting, then realise i wasn't special, and end up adopting another child. To be honest, i didn't mind. I was happy for the girls who were chosen. It didn't bother me.

The couple was around 23. They were nosey and obnoxious. They found me boring. They ended up adopting a girl around 5 years younger than me. I just went back to my room. I pulled out the last book i bought from the bookstore. It was titled 'Copernicus Legacy: Crown of fire' by Tony Abott. I started reading.

Just another day.