(Edited) This book is under heavy editing and will possibly have a new title in the future. I'm trying my hardest to edit the old chapters while publishing the new ones, but it might seem different since the new one will be much more improved and the old ones are still in need of improvement.

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The grey sky grumbled ominously as heavy drops of rain began to pelt the ground, each one hitting with a resounding splatter. Lightning split the sky with electric brilliance, casting shadows on the drenched streets below.

Inside a small house on one such street, children wailed in protest as their mother hurried them indoors. They had been playing joyfully in the growing puddles and mud, delighting in the cool rain and freedom. But the weather had begun to turn threatening, and their mother's stern insistence forced them inside. As the last child disappeared behind the door, the streets fell eerily silent, unlike the usual bustle. Street lamps, which typically flickered to life at dusk, remained dark, enveloping the area in an uneasy gloom.

Out of the darkness, a lone figure appeared, sprinting down the slick, empty streets. With every stride, the street lamps she passed flared to life, casting pools of warm light in her wake. The woman's coat flapped behind her, soaked through by the relentless rain, but she paid no mind to it. Her focus was on the sign ahead, barely visible in the downpour; "Miss Jane's Orphanage for Mutants."

She skidded to a halt before the wooden house indicated by the sign, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The house looked ancient and fragile, as if a strong gust could topple it. But the woman knew better— its appearance failed to show its resilience. Many children had found refuge within its walls, and it had withstood countless storms and riots.

The woman approached the steps with trepidation, her heart pounding in her chest. Carefully, she laid a small coat on the doorstep, revealing a tiny, sleeping baby nestled within. She knew it wasn't the ideal place for her child, but it was far better than the perilous streets. The mere thought of abandoning her baby on the streets sent a shiver down her spine. She could never do that. She didn't want to leave her child at all, but circumstances had forced her hand. Tears mixed with the rain on her face as she turned to leave, her heart heavy with sorrow.

She had barely taken a few steps when the baby's cry pierced the night. The woman froze, her tough facade crumbling down at that very moment. She rushed back, scooping up the infant and cradling her close. The woman sobbed, kissing the baby's forehead and rocking her gently.

"I'm so sorry for all the things that I have and not have done," she whispered, her words drowned by the rumbling thunder. She held the baby tightly, but with a gentleness that spoke of deep love and regret.

When the baby finally fell back asleep, the woman reluctantly placed her on the doorstep again, adding a letter beside her. She knocked on the door, then walked away, her steps slow and hesitant. She paused one last time, looking back with tear-filled eyes, before disappearing into the night.

Moments later, the door creaked open. A young lady with curly strawberry-blonde hair, neatly pulled into a bun, peered out. She wore a simple and plain dark blue dress yet it still added to her timeless beauty. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the sleeping baby on the doorsteps. She quickly lifted the infant into her arms, her hands trembling slightly from the cold. She checked the baby's temperature, her worry evident. It was cold and dark after all, no place for an infant as young as the one in her arms..

Her gaze then fell on the letter left on the doorstep. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and stepped back inside, closing the door against the storm. She tore open the envelope with one hand while cradling the baby with the other. "This baby shall be named Teresa Rosalie," she read aloud softly. "She is the daughter of Erik Lehnsherr. I beg of you not to tell this to anyone, unless it is extremely necessary."

The young lady, Miss Jane, continued reading the letter silently. After finishing, she threw it into the nearby fireplace, watching as the flames consumed the paper. She then looked down at the baby, who was already awake and gazing up at Miss Jane with striking blue eyes, as brilliant as sapphires.

"Well hello, little Teresa," Miss Jane said, her voice filled with warmth. "You might not know me yet, but you may call me Miss Jane."

She smiled tenderly at the infant. "From now on, you'll be staying here with me and the other children. It can get rather loud and noisy here, but I promise you that you will never be alone again as long as I am here."

Miss Jane continued to rock the baby gently, her heart swelling with a mix of protectiveness and love. She had no idea just how significant the baby in her arms would become. Teresa Rosalie was destined to change the world in ways Miss Jane could not imagine.

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