Chapter 3: The Magic Begins

Ethan's first day at the orphanage was a whirlwind of new experiences. After his warm introduction to the other children, he was led to a grand dining hall where the aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted vegetables filled the air. The long wooden tables were filled with chattering kids, and at the head of the hall stood a stern-looking woman who Ethan recognized as the one who had welcomed him earlier.

As he took his seat, a boy with a mop of red hair leaned over and whispered, "That's Mrs. Figg, she's in charge here, but she's fair. Just don't get on her bad side." Ethan nodded, taking in the advice and the lively atmosphere around him.

The meal was hearty, and Ethan found himself enjoying the simple pleasures of the food and company. It was during dessert, a delicious apple crumble, that Mrs. Figg stood up, tapping her glass for attention.

"Children," she began, her voice carrying across the hall, "we have a new member among us. Ethan, would you stand up, please?" Ethan stood, feeling a flush of embarrassment as all eyes turned to him. "Ethan has come to us from far away, and I trust you will all make him feel welcome."

The children clapped, and Ethan managed a small wave before sitting down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and warmth.

Later that evening, as Ethan lay in his bed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. The orphanage, despite its initial bleakness, was filled with a strange magic he couldn't quite understand. The children were like no others he had met, and the staff, though strict, seemed to have a kindness about them.

As he drifted off to sleep, Ethan's thoughts were filled with questions about this new world. What adventures awaited him? What secrets did the walls of the orphanage hold? And most importantly, how would he find his way back home—or did he even want to?

To be continued…