Dream: The House of Claw & Fang

Date: 12/4/2021

(I blame my love of high society / commoner life period piece comics for this dream haha) My name was Armund Greywolf. I was 25 and the eldest son of the Greywolf family. We were a strange family compared to most nobility. My parents, after having me, were unable to conceive again. Instead they took to picking up strays. They would go on carriage rides through both the noble and commoner districts, making sure to wear garments that allowed them to blend in with either district. In the commoner district they often brought food and supplies to assist the less fortunate families. Children who had ended up on the streets were brought home, gently coaxed, so that they could be cared for. My job, as their eldest child, was to help teach them how to work in a nobles home. This was something I often did myself. My parents felt learning how to do the dirty work would give one a better appreciation of the finer things. So I taught the children they brought home. Some kids were able to begin right away. Some needed time to heal. Some were wounded physically. Some ill. Some fought hidden battles. All kids were worth the effort. "Listen Armund, each child we bring here... they have their own stories. Their own battles." My father told me when I was about 10 years old. That was when he first began this practice of finding kids to help. He and my mother had always had big hearts. "But won't they be afraid?" I had asked, "what about their families?" "They might be afraid. They might get quiet or lash out." My mother had explained, "But what we do, it helps them. It gives them a chance they normally wouldn't have. Most have lost their families. Or were cast aside by them. Our home will give them new life and new chances." "OK Mama. If we can help then I want to help." I had told her. My parents had always been my heroes. Years flew by. What had started just in the commoner district had begun moving up to the noble district. They would challenge families who mistreated their children and took those children in. As I began my studies to become the next head of house I started learning what to observe when at social gatherings. I learned how to spot the difference between simple discipline and abuse or negligence. More years went by. I'd gained many friends through my parents work. Even made a network amongst the servants of the nobility to move children as old as teenagers and as young as newborns, off to our home to be saved. We documented any wounds upon arrival. Took testimonies of the servants who brought them. We did so much work to protect them. Then it was to the present. Me at 25 years now. I had a fiancee. She and I were continuing my parents work. We'd even built an orphanage run by some of our previously saved people. We built a school there too, to help let the children learn the ropes of what may become their next role to play in the world. A maid, a butler, a scholar, a builder, or some other possible roles. And then I awoke.