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MarblesKaiden scowled. He threw himself back onto the narrow, metal-railed bed and pulled the sheet over his face.
"Kaiden," his mother's voice warned him. "I said don't do that."
"I can't hear you," Kaiden replied. "I'm dead."
He sniffed. The sterile smell of the hospital blanket made him feel angry all over again. It wasn't fair. Other kids got to have normal lives. You can bet that they got to have normal birthdays.
Before he could think of a complaint he hadn't said already, his mother pulled back the blanket.
"I'm not happy about the timing either," she said. "We'll celebrate once you're feeling better."
"I feel fine NOW!" Kaiden shouted. The sudden exertion of energy made his heart skip a little. He startled and put his hand on his chest. His mother gently turned his face towards hers, but he pushed her away.
On the other side of the tiny room,
The Night Prince - Chapter 18Chapter Eighteen
In Which Lucia Finally Looks Upon The Face Behind The Enchanting Night Music
The rest of the day was a blur through which Lucia tried her best to put the frightening figure out of her mind. She was very seriously considering leaving that very night. This served not only as a distraction from her fear, but also as a hope that she very much enjoyed contemplating. Too much seemingly pointless toil, too many frightening mysteries, and far too much Claudette were making Lucia grow impatient. The thought of disappearing, and then later returning to see her friends again once times grew simpler, was indeed quite tempting. She supposed she could steal away under cover of darkness and not be disturbed by anyone. Whatever fate awaited her, she decided, it lay somewhere beyond this mansion's stony walls.
However, by the end of the day, Lucia was quite exhausted indeed. The prospect of slipping out
The Night Prince - Chapter 17Chapter Seventeen
In Which Lucia Becomes Certain Of Her Strange Discovery
Lucia was still quite tired upon awakening. She wanted nothing more than to have another hour or so in which to sleep, but she pulled herself out of bed regardless. As unpleasant as waking up that morning was, it could be nowhere near as bad as incurring Claudette's hellish wrath.
As she dressed, she could not help but fondly remember the night before. Prince Byron had returned! Her premonitions and, indeed, innermost fantasies were showing the first flickers of coming true. What's more, her days of her and John and Margaret being at the mercy of the old hag Claudette would soon come to an end. While looking herself over in the mirror one last time before reporting downstairs, she recalled the incredible air that Byron took on when masterfully playing the piano. At the mere memory of which, Lucia found herself once again in awe of
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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