Five year old Lucy walked through the dark, silent corridors of the mansion. At this time of of night, everyone should have been sleeping, but little Lucy had a worst nightmare possible, and was currently looking for her parents' bedroom.
Lucy clutched onto her doll Michelle tightly, afraid of what might pop out of the dark.
Lucy spotted her parents' room, the doors slightly opened. She ran toward it rejoicing at the thought of having her mother by her side.
But as Lucy reached for the knob...
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"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!AH,AH,AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
A blood curling scream filled the air, and reverberated off the walls of the corridor. A scream filled with pain, agony, and suffering.
Lucy faltered, taken back by the sudden sound. As Lucy turned to run away, a human figure ran past her and into her parents' room.
A few seconds later, the womanly figure came out. She had golden hair, pale skin, and wore a white dress. In her arms was Layla Hearfillia, Lucy's mother. Layla was bleeding terribly from her stomach. Seemingly after all that screaming, Layla laid limp in the woman's arms.
The woman looked down at Layla and gently put her on the hard, stone floor.
"This has got to stop," said the woman. She then looked at Lucy who was still a little shocked from everything that was going on, even though this was the fourth time this happened this month."Lucy, heal her."
Lucy quickly gained her composure. She put Michelle on the floor. "Yes, Auntie Cornelia,"she replied.
Lucy bent down and placed her hands over her mother's stomach. A pale blue light emitted from her tiny hands. This was going to be a long night...