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250 Years Ago

"Darling? Would you please go find my boy? It is almost time for supper and he still hasn't come home." The mistress asked as she was making the final preparations on the table.

"Alright! I'll be back soon." The slave said with her thick accent. She then scurried off to find what she was looking for. It was warm outside and the leaves had barely begun to change their colors. The wind began to pick up, sending the wonderful smell of autumn soaring through the air. Her dark black ringlets whipped back from the force of the wind. It was October and the sun was now setting earlier, which worried the slave. It was getting late.

"Little Master!?" She called. She listened. The only thing her ears caught was the sound of rustling leaves. She ran ahead and called again. This time she picked up the voice of a child calling her name.

"Little Master!" She squealed as soon as her eyes set on the boy. He was hanging by his knees on a tree branch. He had apparently been there for awhile due to the flush on his cheeks and forehead.

"Look look! I can do this now!" He exclaimed happily as he flailed his arms upward trying to catch onto the tree's branch.

"Oh my! Please get down from there!" She said, worriedly. "Supper is being set on the table and I do not want to bring home a mess or an injured child!"

The child managed to get down from the tree and stumbled towards his family slave. "Come along now." She said and they walked back home.

Once they arrived back in their home, the slave made sure that the boy was cleaned up and ready for his supper. "Thank you so much!" The child said as he ran into the dining room and sat down for dinner.

"Would you care to join us for supper?" Her master asked.

"Oh! No Sir! I could never impose on your family time!" The slave said with exasperation.

"Impose? You would not be imposing at all! Come come! We invite you to." The little boy said as he grabbed her dark hand and led her to the seat next to his and sat down. She hesitantly took a seat. With a quick saying of grace, the family began to eat. It was quiet with only a few happy comments thrown back and forth. Once they finished eating, the slave picked up the dishes and began to wash the dishes.

By the time she was finished, everyone had already gone to sleep. She began to finish cleaning up when she heard the voice of the boy. "I can't sleep."

She looked over to the voice and smiled softly. "Did you have a nightmare again?" He nodded as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Come here. I'll sing you to sleep." She grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs to his room. The boy climbed into his bed and she tucked him in.

"What will you sing to me?" The boy whispered with anticipation.

She chuckled. "Hmm lets see." She paused in thought. "Here's a song my mother used to sing to me when I was young." She softly pat his back as she began to sing,

"Duérmete mi niño, duérmete mi amor,
duérmete pedazo de mi corazón.
Tu mamá te quiere, tu papá también,
todos en la casa te queremos bien."

She repeated the verse over and over again, softly every time she saw the child slip into sleep. Once she was sure he was fast asleep, she checked once again to see if he was tucked in warmly and she left the room. She quietly made her way out the backdoor of the house and to the slave's shack.

The shack was well maintained since her masters weren't the ones who mistreated their slaves. It was small and cozy inside. There was a bed pushed to the wall and a small bedside table. In frount was a minute fireplace with fresh firewood off to the side. Her closet only held 4 outfits, which she hand washed every time she had only two outfits left, and sleeping wear. She closed the door to her shack and changed into her nightgown and slipped under the thin sheets of her bed. She closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep. She dreamed a beautiful dream that wouldn't last.

She was back in her home country of Mexico and her whole family was there. Her mother and father were sitting on the porch of their small cottage, smiling as they watched her little brother playing with the small toy she had made for his 3rd birthday. "Weee!" The little boy squealed as he threw his toy around. The slave smiled at her family and began to walk towards the family but before she could reach them, she found herself falling. Falling into an endless void. Suddenly she wasn't falling anymore but she was standing in frount of her Master's home.

There was fire. Fire coming out of the windows and the frount door. There was screaming that radiated out of the house. The slave tried to run to the house but every time she thought she could get closer, the house kept getting farther and farther away. The screams began to fade and was replaced with laughing. The wicked laughter kept getting louder and louder, closer and closer. A tall shadow appeared on the house, covering half of the house, taking shape of a man. His laughter was soon quieted as the shadow caught sight of her. She stared at the apparition with a horrid expression. The silence continued. "Boo!" It said as the shadow rushed forward, engulfing her in darkness.

She awoke screaming and panting, her throat dry and tight. The door opened and her mistress was staring at her. "The house! THE HOUSE IS BURNING! MY BOY! MY BOY IS STILL IN THE HOUSE! ITS BURNING!" The mother yelled hysterically as she ushered the slave out of the shack onto the backyard.

Her nightmare had come true. The house was burning and she didn't know what to do. She stared at the house, thinking of a way to help the child. Time was running out.

She ran to the side of the house and pumped water into a bucket and downed herself with the water. She then ran to the door and began to kick it trying to break it down. Once she managed to break it down she ran into the house. Covering her mouth and nose with her arm from the smoke, she frantically searched for the boy through the flames and smoke that covered the house. She heard cries of help coming from her left side and she began to walk towards the sound. Once she reached the door, she kicked it down and ran in searching for the boy who wasn't there.

"AUSTIN?!" The slave yelled as she strained her ears to catch any sound.

"AURELIA!" The boy yelled. She ran back out into the hallway and yelled his name again. This time she found the right room. Her eyes were burning and the smoke from the flames were asphyxiating her but, she was determined to get the child to safety.

"AURELIA! YOU'RE HERE!" The boy sobbed as she picked him up. "Yes child! I'm here! It's all going to be okay!" She grabbed the blanket, which thankfully wasn't on fire, and wrapped it around the boy. "Let's get out of here!"

As soon as she stepped out into the hallway, the ceiling of the bedroom collapsed sending a large cloud of smoke out to the hallway making her unable to breathe. "Aurelia! I'm scared!" The boy cried.

"It's okay! It'll all be okay." She gasped. Breathing was getting harder. "How about I sing you the song I sang to you before you went to sleep?" She whispered. She felt the boy nod and she began to sing.

"Duérmete mi niño, duérmete mi amor," She ran down the hall only to find herself trapped by a wall of fire, "Duérmete pedazo de mi corazón. Tu mamá te quiere, tu papá también," She desperately looked for a way out and found a hole in the wall of fire that lead directly to the back door and with the last of her breath she sang, "todos en la casa te queremos bién." Without thinking she bolted for the open door out into the night.

"MY BOY! OH MY BOY YOU ARE ALRIGHT!" The master said as he took the boy out of the slave's arms. The mother followed suit and hugged the sobbing boy. "MOMMA! POPPA!" The boy sobbed.

"Thank you, Aurelia!" The mistress said as she turned around, only to find the slave on the floor. "Aurelia?" The mistress asked, her voice thick with worry. "AURELIA!?" The master handed the boy to the mother and ran toward the slave. She had her eyes closed and had a smile on her face. He checked her her pulse and found nothing. "She's gone." He said.

Later that night, the fire from the house had died down, the family mourned the death of a precious family member. With their last goodbyes, they buried her by the tree where she had found the boy earlier that day.

The moon shined brighter than before that night. It was sad. Sad that death had come over such a young and caring soul. The moon started to lose the shine as it fell into a deep thought. When the moon came to a decision, it shined bright once again. The stars dulled down and the night became darker than black as the Moon awoke the gentle soul.

"Welcome back, child" The man in the moon spoke.

"Who . . . are you?. . . . What happened? Where am I?" She hesitantly asked.

"All in good time my child. You are now Aurelia Warm. Find yourself child." The voice faded and disappeared, leaving behind a very confused child.

Hey everyone! I'm back! I think UM will be placed on hold/hiatus untill my fangirlism for ROTG dies down. . . which i dont think it will BUT FEAR NOT I SHALL BE BACK TO UM.

ANYWAY! I've been itching to write a fanfic for ROTG! I'm in love with this movie so much i cant even OMG OTL. I just love it! Please review and no flames because they burn!

I would also like to poll. Should I continue this story or should I stop and just no? I really want to continue but i want to see if I am any good at this :'D

THANKS FOR READIN BUH BAI~