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Clare opened her blurry eyes to see a bright sky filled with marshmallow like clouds while a canopy of lush green trees hid the sunlight from her. The soft grass tickling her hands had a cool feel to it. "Seraphina." A deep but gentle voice called out to her. The name rang in her head like church bells on a warm Sunday afternoon. She knew that name, but, whose was it? Was it someone beside her? Clare looked to her left and right, but not a soul was there.
Was it her name?
"Seraphina." the voice called out again. As Clare hurried to get up, she noticed when she stood up, she was closer to the ground than normal. Her clothes were also different as well. Clare now wore a elegant lavender dress that tickled her ankles. The dress had golden lacing at the bottompf her dress and the ends of her sleeves. She also noticed her long tree brown hair had turned a raven black. "Who's there?" Clare called out with a child's voice. Startled, Clare spoke again to realize she was younger than she was before. "Seraphina? There you are my child. I was looking everywhere for you." The voice called again. Clare whirled around to see a man quite taller than her. He had the same raven hair she had. His face looked familiar to Clare, but couldn't put her finger on the name. His dark eyes were filled with kindness and love. "Come on, lets go home." the man said, holding out his arms. Without Clare thinking about it, she was embraced with a hug and then the man picked her up. Clare clung to his neck which held a golden locket. Clare swore she had seen that very same locket, but her memories were a blur. When the two reached a small cottage, and man riding a pitch black horse halted in front of them. "Are you General Kozmotis Pitchiner?" The man asked with a deep husky voice. "I am him." The man carrying her replied. Clare watched as the man on the horse gave him a letter. "More dream pirates I presume?" He asked as he put the letter in his pocket. "I wish Sir, but there has been more fearlings out and about than normal." The horseman replied. "Fair enough." And with that, He rode away, leaving a trail of dust to float around. Clare felt a sorrow deep within her heart as the they entered the cottage. As the man placed her gently on the ground, she saw his eyes were now filled with sorrow and sadness. "You're leaving again?" She asked without noticing. The man forced a soft smile at her. "But I'll be coming back." He replied. "Promise?" She asked. The man nodded. Clare seemed to be not in command in what she was experiencing, but it didn't matter now. She hugged the man's legs and softly spoke four words that greatly bewildered herself. "I love you Daddy." Daddy? Daddy? What? This didn't make any sense to Clare. Tooth and Jack had told her she had no past. Toothiana even checked her whole shinning tooth palace. Nothing was there. The world around her began to grow into a grey, then a black. Clare looked around to see if anyone was there. She was surprised to see a man in a pitch black cloak, grey skin, and ember gold eyes. Clare remembered a distant warning from someone to watch out for a king, but she couldn't remember the whole message at the moment. The man looked a lot like the one she had just met. The man with the locket. Clare's attention suddenly fell upon a door. As she went through it, she could still feel the cloaked man's gaze following her. Clare found herself outside the cottage again, and the horseman was walking to her. "Are you Seraphina Pitchiner?" he asked. She nodded. He handed her a yellow paper with a black ribbon tied around it. Even though Clare couldn't read it, the minute the letter was open, she felt this agonizing wave of sorrow wash over her. She felt tears run down her cheeks and on to the letter. The emptiness running through her heart was indescribable. Her heart sank to her stomach as she saw the horseman frown and ride away. Clare felt her self fall on her knees into the grass below her. The sobs wracked her body as she clung to the letter tightly. She held it to her heart and let out a scream of agony and loss. Fountains and fountains of tears fell out of her as she cried. A chill ran up her spine as she felt a presence in front of her. Clare looked up to see the cloak man. He kneeled down as well to be eye to eye level, even though he was much taller than her. Clare gulped the sobs back so she could calm down. The man showed pity in his eyes as he looked at the letter she held. Clare looked down at it, then held it out. The man took it and read. A mixture of sorrow and confusion surfaced in his expression. He gave it back to her and patted her head and the world faded into a pitch black...
Clare woke with a start to see blue eyes filled with concern staring at her. "AH!" She screamed as she sat up. Seconds passed until she realized her face was stained with tears. "Clare, are you ok?" Jack asked while placing his hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine." She replied, staring down at her tear filled hands in surprise. "It was probably Pitch." Jack hissed as he headed for the window. "No..." Clare muttered softly. The white haired boy turned around in surprise. "It...wasn't him..." She continued. Jack's expression grew tense and concerned.
"Jack...Are you sure I don't have a past?" She asked as she looked straight in his eyes. "I'm positive." Jack said with a nod. Clare noticed a hint of untruthfulness in his voice, but ignored it as she hopped out of bed. "What's O'l North up to?" She asked while rubbing her eyes and stretching. "The usual." Jack replied as he flew out of the window. As the door closed behind Clare, a tall shadowed figure clung to the walls. The hand of the shadow clenched tightly, as if something was missing in the palm of it's hand...
It just wasn't sure what it was.
