Not long ago he felt the endurance of a drowning cat. Out of fight and lost on lives.
The walls around him were cold, darkened with mold and a stench of desperation.

At age six he awoke on the garden terrace in a land unknown. A tropical island it appeared to be, but a hush of despair leaked through the air. A taste in his mouth yearned for quench, anything to drink would've helped.

Anything.
          A Nun approached from seemingly nowhere. A white habit, black veil laced mantilla wavers around her head. Much like a flowing crown. Her face pale, her emotion guarded she came near the boy and let out her right hand.

The ponds surrounding had moss growing in them, and so he couldn't spring into one. His thirst was extreme. Again there was no emotion on the lady's face. All he could focus on was her veil and his yearning. Her hand withdrew and she began to walk away.

The six year old followed out of a sense of being afraid of being simply left there.

He seen everything as so alluring, as though looking through rose colored glasses through the thick of sadness the loomed over his poor little soul!

Up a small stairwell and the sun hid the fact that this castle covered the sight of anything else as far as his eyes could see.
Egg shell misted with bird shit, is the best way to describe the color of this monstrous piece of art.

Yes art!
The building was built by one Napoleon Homme Armstrong in 1856 with the help of his fellow Archduke Maximilian.  A relic, yet convent to those of need. The castle's grounds include an extensive cliff and seashore park of 22 hectares (54 acres) designed by the archduke. The grounds were completely re-landscaped to feature numerous tropical species of trees and plants.  75 rooms and a rich dark history now includes lost children.

The boy wasn't the only one there, nor was he the only one to appear on the landscape. Many boys and girls found their way here as though dropped into Narnia. Parents either unknown or listed as not available.
Stefano Benjamin Sauve as listed on his individual score book had been born to a family who struggled on an isolated part of the Island.

He would be conditioned to never remember them, not by brutal force or religious expanse; yet by discovering the lush love of the people he would come to adore.

Most halls had no sound.
Most halls had no life, minus stillness.
Discipline was a teaching of life and the boy received his first lesson by waking up nowhere from known. He was on all accounts discarded, forgotten and erased from others.

They would come to call this the D.E.F. Measure.

The Nuns would appear out of darkness, as the other children would stare and gawk. Master of ceremonies (MOC) met the boy and the selected sister who appeared to be chained together.

The Chain played sheepishly in the background for YOU the reader. So you can feel the wind blow through the open windows of shadows within the halls of the Castle.

Silence yet stability was offered here. The MOC showed his quarters to the boy. The boy seen the showers. He seen the other faces all peering. No words were spoken.
Guitar strings twinkle of the melody of The Chain.
Lost, Ben was lost here. Together with these strangers. Accompanied by his shadow and the stillness of rooms.

"I'm going to be ok"

The boy would call this entourage his home for 9 years.
He was molested by savages of society at 15.
Homeless and beyond.....

He was going to be ok!

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