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characters in it.
Not yet anyway.....
Please review if story should continue.
Chapter One Sleep
The baby cried, her mouth as wide as the apples in the kitchen basket sitting by the sink. Her eyes were squeezed tight as large tears rolled down her plump cheeks onto her tiny, balled fists.
Her cry pierced the night, but only one heard.
The child stood, a maniacal gleam in his eye. His black hair stood straight above an oddly taut face. His body was covered in a strange armor, unfitting for a child his age.
The ebony eyes stared unfaltering at the screaming baby, but once she noticed him, her noise stopped.
Her azure eyes crinkled at him, and she cooed, her fists shaking in delight. He often came to her at night, when she was upset, though she was still to small to realize whom he was, or what he was doing.
He raised one rough hand, and touched her face tenderly, causing the infant's movement to cease completely.
In a soft, deep voice, he spoke to her, and sang a song his mother once taught him, before she died. The words were strange to the baby, not of her native tongue.
The light in her eyes slowly dimmed, and her heavy lids closed. Her head collapsed to one side, causing the cerulean fuzz to sway slightly.
He touched her once more, two fingers barely grazing her cheek, then turned and escaped through the shadow out her window.
Pale green curtains waved at his passage, then settled in as if there had not been a visitor at all.
A small, dark figure entered the large room, hidden, walking the shadow.
Silently he discarded of his clothing, and crawled in at the foot of his bed.
Just seeing her again had calmed him enough for sleep.
Just as his eyes began to close, a large figure ran in his room yelling.
One ebony eye popped open in disgust as the man began waving his arms around wildly.
"Prince, where have you been? Your father came by looking for you earlier, but you had disappeared!"
The little prince smirked, knowing his father all to well. He wouldn't have come himself; someone else would have come to inform him of an impending meeting, which has always happened before. Why would anything change because it happened to be almost three in the morning?
He stood up next to his pillow, his large hair making him appear taller than he is.
"Get out," he said to his fathers aide.
The man knew the tone of the deadly child's voice, and visibly winced.
"Please, your prince, your father wishes your presence in his front sitting room."
The little prince lifted one finger to the aide, and sent a lethal beam at his shoulder.
The man screamed in agony as the blue light disintegrated his body from that point.
He jumped down off his bed in small spandex shorts and strode through the ashes in his door way.
Not yet anyway.....
Please review if story should continue.
Chapter One Sleep
The baby cried, her mouth as wide as the apples in the kitchen basket sitting by the sink. Her eyes were squeezed tight as large tears rolled down her plump cheeks onto her tiny, balled fists.
Her cry pierced the night, but only one heard.
The child stood, a maniacal gleam in his eye. His black hair stood straight above an oddly taut face. His body was covered in a strange armor, unfitting for a child his age.
The ebony eyes stared unfaltering at the screaming baby, but once she noticed him, her noise stopped.
Her azure eyes crinkled at him, and she cooed, her fists shaking in delight. He often came to her at night, when she was upset, though she was still to small to realize whom he was, or what he was doing.
He raised one rough hand, and touched her face tenderly, causing the infant's movement to cease completely.
In a soft, deep voice, he spoke to her, and sang a song his mother once taught him, before she died. The words were strange to the baby, not of her native tongue.
The light in her eyes slowly dimmed, and her heavy lids closed. Her head collapsed to one side, causing the cerulean fuzz to sway slightly.
He touched her once more, two fingers barely grazing her cheek, then turned and escaped through the shadow out her window.
Pale green curtains waved at his passage, then settled in as if there had not been a visitor at all.
A small, dark figure entered the large room, hidden, walking the shadow.
Silently he discarded of his clothing, and crawled in at the foot of his bed.
Just seeing her again had calmed him enough for sleep.
Just as his eyes began to close, a large figure ran in his room yelling.
One ebony eye popped open in disgust as the man began waving his arms around wildly.
"Prince, where have you been? Your father came by looking for you earlier, but you had disappeared!"
The little prince smirked, knowing his father all to well. He wouldn't have come himself; someone else would have come to inform him of an impending meeting, which has always happened before. Why would anything change because it happened to be almost three in the morning?
He stood up next to his pillow, his large hair making him appear taller than he is.
"Get out," he said to his fathers aide.
The man knew the tone of the deadly child's voice, and visibly winced.
"Please, your prince, your father wishes your presence in his front sitting room."
The little prince lifted one finger to the aide, and sent a lethal beam at his shoulder.
The man screamed in agony as the blue light disintegrated his body from that point.
He jumped down off his bed in small spandex shorts and strode through the ashes in his door way.