Chapter 254: The Orphanage

Chapter 254: The Orphanage

That will be all for the day, Janani announced. Class is dismissed!

A round of awws and no fairs resounded through the room.

Some of the children rushed out of the room, talking animatedly. Others stayed, clustering into groups and stealing glances at Vir. There was little doubt that hed be the talk of the orphanage for a good while.

May I help you? Janani asked hesitantly. There was fear in her expression and mannerism, as if Vir mightve been there to spy on her. Greeshas badge had assuaged her fears enough for her to divulge her talesomething Vir suspected the Chitran authorities would not take kindlybut it was clear she didnt trust him completely yet.

Greesha sent me here. Id er, Id like to spend some time with you and the orphanage if thats alright.

I see, Janani said, obviously confused. Greesha sent you, did she?

Look, Im no one you need to be suspicious of. I Lets just say that, like you, I have no love for the Chits.

Jananis eyes widened, and she mouthed an O.

Please, come in! she said. This is no place to talk.

Vir stepped into the orphanage, following her into a tiny room attached to the cramped teaching hall.

A small bed sat tucked into a corner, while what looked to be a rudimentary kitchen dominated most of one of the walls. Her living quarters.

Its where I cook for the orphanage, Janani said, seeing Virs gaze. Not the most lavish space, Im afraid, but it suffices.

Not at all, Vir said. Im amazed youre able to cook for all those kids here. It cant be easy.

Vir couldnt even guess where she laid out all the food for the kids with such limited counter space.

She must use the floor

It can be difficult at times, but it isnt our place to complain. Not when the Outcasts have it so much worse. I must apologize for my earlier caution. We dont get many visitors here, and when we do, usually not for anything good. Tea? she asked.

Vir agreed, sitting at the small table.

How did, uh howd you come to run the orphanage? Vir asked. Janani had mentioned in her tale that shed once been a teacher before the fall of the Garga, but teaching a class and running an orphanage were different beasts entirely.

Many parents perished during the war. There was a dire need to feed, clothe, and shelter the family theyd left behind. I started with a relative of my own. A nephew.

Janani prepared the tea with the refined motions of an expert. From her movements, Vir suspected she was well-raised. Demonkind didnt have Sawai aristocracy as the humans did, but Vir wouldnt have been surprised if she was high up in the Laborer Calling world.

And well, I couldnt very well leave kids wandering out in the street, could I?

Thats incredibly noble of you, Vir said, thinking that many would do exactly that, passing it off as someone elses problem.

Janani shrugged. I admit, it helps me sleep at night. For every child I help, I am sure three others go hungry. But alas, I can only do what I can with the means I have.

Her words were filled with regret.

Im sorry, Vir said, earning him a look of bemusement from the woman.

What for? Not like you caused it! she said, setting down the mugs and taking a seat across from Vir.

Vir could only smile wryly in response.

Not all the children lost their parents directly from the war, though, Janani continued. Some were executed long after it ended. Others were worked to death by the Chitrans. There are always more children becoming orphans these days.

What did they do to deserve execution? Vir asked.

Oh, the Chits always have their reasons. Few legitimate. Always looking for an excuse to demote Gargans into Outcasts. Those saddled with the Outcast Calling have little hope. The best they can do is beg and pray theyre not beaten. Some tried to seek a better life for their children by working jobs not suitable for their Calling. It didnt end well.

Are there many Outcasts? Vir asked, somberly sipping his aromatic tea. Vir was sure the leaves she mustve used couldnt have been anything expensive, which spoke to her prodigious skill. Given the gravity of their conversation, however, he found it difficult to appreciate.

More than there ought to be, which in my mind is zero. It was zero, before... But I cant say that life as a Laborer Calling is much better.

Vir frowned. Im sorry. Ive been away from Samar Patag, training in the Ash. Most Gargans are now Chitran Laborers, arent they? Cant the Laborers change their Calling or shift to a different specialization within their Calling?

These were the children Janani was able to help. What of all those who had to fend for themselves? How many starved? How many had perished in some back alley, neglected and forgotten? How many elderly? How many women?

Vir supposed the only blessing was Samar Patags temperate climate. Snow was nonexistent here, and while the temperature decreased in winter, with the sun dipping even lower on the horizon, there was little risk of freezing to death.

Cmon, Neel! Lets play tag! Youre it!

They began to run circles around Vir, who pretended to be unable to catch them.

Ack! Got me again! Vir said, prompting a fit of giggles from the kids.

Youre pretty bad at this, arent you Neel? Hiya said, laughing.

Vir smiled. I suppose I am.

Even suppressing his powers, as strengthened as his body was, he couldve grabbed them blindfolded in seconds.

Still, as the Akh Nara, he had his reputation to uphold. He couldnt allow himself to lose so easily to a bunch of kids. After allowing them to become supremely confident in their victory, Vir turned the tables, catching them one by one.

Bolin and Ekta flopped onto the ground, exhausted.

Liar! You werent bad at all! You were just pretending!

Actually, I just had some great teachers to show me how to play, Vir said innocently.

Thats right! Its because of us that you got so good! Heheh.

Yknow? I feel like you could be our friend, Neel! I dunno why.

Because hes not a stuffy old adult! another child said.

Yeah! How old are you, Neel?

Vir took a moment to respond.

Seventeen, he said. He was about to say sixteen, but seventeen was more accurate. Though less than a year had passed outside the Ash, hed spent two years of his life in that desolate place.

Im nine! Hiya said, raising her hand straight up. Youre old!

Im twelve, Bolin said. Seventeens not that much older, is it?

It really wasnt. Vir wouldve been five when Bolin was born.

Despite that, Vir felt well into his twenties. There was all the knowledge hed gained from his predecessors, of course, but he also felt like hed lived more in the three years since leaving Brij than he had his whole life before then. In all honesty, he related more to Janania woman in her thirtiesfar more than he did to these children.

Eh. I still think you can be our friend, Ekta said, holding out her pinky. Ill make an exceptation. Just this once.

Exception, Ekta," Bolin corrected. But I agree.

The others thought hard for a long moment, rubbing their chins. After what looked like a period of intense deliberation, they finally agreed.

Vir did his best not to laugh as he pinky-shaked with each of them.

I really hope no one saw that, Vir thought with embarrassment.

So? What should we play next? Hiya asked.

Im tired, Bolin replied.

I have an idea! a new voice said. It was deeper and older, though not yet that of an adult.

A teenage boy turned the corner. Five of his friends followed, menacingly twirling wooden planks like makeshift bats.

Their sinister grins said it all.

How about punching bag? the boy said with a vicious grin.