The little girl with no name

[N/A: Dear readers ! It is my pleasure to introduce you to my favorite character in this story (not including Freya). I hope you enjoy this chapter and the two next because they are the ones I dreamed of writing since the beginning of my story. Some readers may be able to relate these chapters (21 / 22 / 23) and this character to a certain #tag in the synopsis (don't watch if you don't want to be "spoiled"). Feel free to give me feedback and thanks again for continuing to follow Freya's adventures ! ]

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-- POV general --

At the same time, as Freya was leaving to take her bath, a little half-human girl was walking with difficulty along the street. Holding her arm, she drew on what little strength she had to move through the crowd of humans bustling around her.

The little girl had moon-white hair and amethyst violet eyes. She also had two small hairy ears above her head and a tail that were also white. She was not a slave because she was too young to have a good job but she was an orphan. This little half-human was half-wolf and was forced every day to rummage through the garbage in the hope of getting some food in exchange for the day's loot.

The orphanage was run by humans who exploited the young half-human children without families every day, forcing them to steal from the streets and stores for them in exchange for a meager meal. The rules were simple: the orphans, the "trash" as they liked to call them, were not allowed to speak or they would be beaten with sticks. The little girl was no exception, so she remained silent, even outside the orphanage. In her short life, she had never known anything but cold, hunger, misery, humiliation and beatings.

The little girl was five and a half years old but was quite small for her age due to the fact that she was underfed and weaker every day. As a half-human, when she was hanging out in the streets, she was often beaten by human children who hit her for having white hair (which was not the norm at all). Every day she was in pain, every day she was afraid...but she kept getting up in the morning to do what she was told...she kept surviving. What else could she do?

The sun could be seen setting as the little moon-haired girl walked back to the orphanage.

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-- POV ??? --

*I managed to pick up a nice handkerchief in the garbage today that must have belonged to a pretty lady...I hope tonight I can get a piece of bread. Yesterday I didn't get any.*

I had to hurry back before dark because if I arrived late I knew that the guard would ask me to lie down on the floor and hit me with a stick.

*Hurry, hurry...and don't forget that you mustn't talk !*

One day when I was smaller, I had unintentionally said the word "sorry" and the guard had hit me in the face. It hurt, a lot. He said I wasn't allowed to speak because we were his property and he preferred it when dogs were quiet.

But I'm not a dog, am I? I have ears and a tail but I don't walk on all fours. But if the man said so then it was probably true.

"Oh, is that you, number 25? Hurry up and come in or I'll feed you to the monsters."

"..."

The mean man who guarded the gate always said things like that to me, so I was used to it..but I was still scared. I didn't want to get eaten by monsters so shaking I started walking faster to get to the big reception room of my house.

There were all the other kids like me who had to collect things from people and give them away at night. There were a lot of us but we didn't have much.

"Good! I hope today was a good hunt, didn't you my faithful little dogs! If you can't fill this bowl all of you, no food for you tonight! Do you understand that? NO...FOOD !"

My stomach rumbled as I told it to be quiet.

*You can't eat right away, wait a little while. Maybe the man will give us something if he sees the nice handkerchief I found.*

The gentleman was passing in front of each of the others to collect their items when he arrived in front of me.

"So number 25? Show me what you found."

I rummaged in the pocket of my torn dress only to realize that the handkerchief was gone.

"...."

"So?? You got nothing ???"

Seeing that I was shaking my head, the man started to shout while I was thinking very loudly in my head while shaking.

*Sorry..sorry..I'm useless..i'm sorry..sorry...*

I couldn't tell him because trash shouldn't talk. So I begged him without a word and closed my eyes. Then suddenly he hit me on the head and kicked me in the stomach while I was on the floor. I felt the blood flowing in my mouth, it was not good but I was used to it.

*It hurts...it hurts...sorry...sorry...*

I had to cry silently or else my sniffling would make him even more angry. Just as I thought he was gone, I heard his voice near the door saying.

"You know where to go don't you ?"

He was talking about the room where the bad dogs are punished. I knew I had lost the handkerchief and that it was all my fault so I staggered to my feet and headed for the room.

It was still dark with no light and nothing on the floor to sleep on. I was scared, I was terrified but I had been useless so I deserved it. The man pushed me inside and before closing the door he said.

"You'll stay there until tomorrow morning, got it? Tsk not even able to bring back anything good. If you hadn't been so small I would have sold you as a slave to a nobleman or in a brothel."

I didn't understand everything he was telling me but maybe it was a place where I could eat well and maybe I could even talk.

"I..I hope to grow up soon so I can go there !"

When I was alone I talked because there was no mean man to hit me. Even though my voice was weak from lack of practice, it was my own little moment.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll get a piece of bread."

Feeling the cold ground when i lie down I took out a small doll that I had once picked up from the ground, it was my only friend.

"You know today I got hit again because my hair was this color. I know that people like me who are not human are inferior but I don't know why they hate my hair. Other people told me it was ugly and that I must be cursed to have hair like that. But what does cursed mean ?"

I didn't know the meaning of the word but they all said I was born just so they could hit me.

Huddled against the wall I continued to talk to my doll.

"I wish I didn't have hair like that...maybe I could have made friends and not been treated like a bad girl anymore."

Dreaming of another life, I fell asleep shivering from the cold in that room devoid of any light.

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"Come on wake up you useless thing! Today you better bring me something decent or you know what will happen !"

It was very early in the morning and the sun wasn't even up yet. My back was hurting from the beating I had received the day before.

"Come on move over a little, do you think that's all I have to do ??."

The guard was grabbing my hair to get me out faster as I tried not to scream. I kept my hands over my mouth and held back my tears.

*Don't scream...don't cry...and don't scream...*

The man threw me out of the dark room and motioned with his hand to do my day's work.

*It hurts so much...why is everyone hitting me ?*

I had asked myself this question every day since I learned to walk. My life had always been in this place and even though I was often a bad girl and got hit, this was my home.

I walked down the stairs of the building to the street. A new day was almost upon us, so I had to hurry up and find something to bring home. The mean man often told me to take from people's pockets but I didn't want to. I didn't want my only friend to be taken so I wasn't going to do it to others even though I was beaten up every day for it.

*I'm so hungry...*

The city was now full of humans walking and jostling me as they passed by, while from the top of my small meter I looked around for new trash cans to explore.

Tonight I had heard that it was the day of the annual festival, I had never been there but the gentlemen and ladies seemed very happy and said that it was an exceptional event.

*If I hadn't had hair like that, would I have been able to go ?*

Many humans were preparing things on the main street in little wooden houses that could move. I think the lady there called it a "booth". Inside there was food that I had never tasted and that i wanted to try one day....but it was impossible because it was for humans and not for people like me with ears and a tail.

*Maybe one day I could taste all kinds of food and never be hungry again !*

Human children were walking with their parents, smiles on their faces talking and laughing early in the streets. I didn't know what it was like to have a mom or dad and I didn't know why mine weren't there. Why couldn't I have a mom too? Maybe I had never had one or maybe she was gone because of my hair. One day i heard they were dead but I don't know much, I can't read or write and I don't have much of a vocabulary...so it was hard for me to understand.

*If I work hard, maybe the man will answer my questions.*

I was walking down the street to find some trash cans when a rock hit me in the face.

"Hey you trash !"

They were the human children who had hit me yesterday. I didn't want to see them because they scared me and hurt me all the time but I couldn't talk because I wasn't allowed to.

The tallest boy's name was Jay and he was the one that scared me the most. He would always punch me in the stomach to make me throw up even though I hadn't eaten anything. I was usually too sore after that to bring anything back.

"Still haven't found your tongue ??"

I closed my eyes in fear as he pushed me to the floor and grabbed me by the hair.

*Please stop !!*

I wasn't supposed to talk in their presence either because they were human, so I gritted my teeth praying that this would end soon.

"You still haven't shaved your head either, half-human? You think you look pretty like this you scum? You like your ugly white hair that much ?"

*No! I...I hate it too ! I hate it, hate it hate it !!*

Jay hit me for a long time, I couldn't move, I was hurting all over and my body was shaking all by itself on the floor.

*Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong ?*

The others laughed as the human boy pushed me and hit me one last time before walking away and shouting.

"Hey next time if you don't want me to hit you don't cross my path pwhahaha ~"

As I coughed and tried to get my weak little body to move, a figure entered the alley and approached me. My eyes couldn't see her very well so I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.

*Am I going to get hit again ?*

I closed my eyes waiting for the blows but I didn't feel anything. I opened my eyes to see if the person had left and I saw two eyes as violet and bright as mine staring at me without looking away. No one had ever looked me in the eye, this was the first time.

"Hey kid! Are you okay ?"

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FULL STATUS

Name : Freya

Age : 0 years old / Mentally : 25 years old

Sex : Female

Course : Ice Demon Wolf of chaos - Adult

Race : Major Demon

Title: Blessed by Titania Goddess of endless Chaos and eternal frozen Hell.

Dragon Tamer

Level : 30/70

Exp needed for next level : 3 000 / 31 000

HP : 90 000 / 90 000 MP : 45 000 / 45 000

Strength : 300

Defense : 301

Agility : 300

Stamina : 303

Speed : 302

Intelligence : 305

Charisma : 410 (imperial she-wolf)

Attribute points to allocate : 0

Engaged to: Gaya

Elements: Ice / Chaos

Skills (all):

Attack - Major demon claws (Lvl 5)

- Bite of the frozen hell (Lvl 5)

- Infernal ice spikes (Lvl 5)

- Fighting techniques (lvl max) - unlocked

- Katana Mastery (lvl max) - unlocked

- Demonic Aura of the Empress (lvl 3)

Defense - Ice Demon Wall (Lvl 4)

- Demonic Cloak (lvl 5)

Resistance to pain (lvl 3)

Other - Humanoid form (unlocked)

- Ice creation (Lvl 4)

- Chaos Storage (Lvl 3)

- Devouring Chaos (Lvl 4)

- Analysis

- Second soul (Lvl max) - unique

- Telepathy

Passives - Commander (lvl max) ]