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Her voice was unbelievable. He had never heard anything like it. It was as if angels had come to Earth and were singing sweet songs.
He could not see her. Why couldn't he see her?
She was singing in front of a man, maybe her father? He could clearly see the man. The man had dark brown curly hair and a mouth full of large, white teeth.
The beautiful singing stopped abruptly, and the man started talking the girl.
His dream was ended by his mother, Heather de Austlier's, loud calling.
"Etienne! Wake up! You need to start your chores."
Hailey never has to do any chores, Etienne thought scornfully. For as long as he could remember when his father was away, his sister never had to do any work around the house. As much as he hated to help his hateful mother, he knew she would soon be back.
He got up from his bed very reluctantly, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Etienne fumbled around his bed, looking for his mask. The black fabric was uncomfortable and did not fit properly, but his mother would never let him out of his room without it.
As he left his room, he purposely tried to avoid Heather and Hailey. They would have something extra for him to do, he was sure of it.
Walking outside toward the stables, he glanced at the perfection of the newly fallen snow. It was so white and so smooth that it appeared that nothing in this world could possibly destroy its splendor.
The stable was such a contrast to the faultless snow that it was almost an eyesore. The red paint was peeling, revealing the aging wood underneath.
He loved caring for the horses because they seemed to be the only creature, besides his father, that did not mind his deformity.
His favorite horse in the barn was a solid white stallion named Henri. Etienne had been there at Henri's birth, helping in the shadows of his father. During Henri's birth, his mother began having difficulties. Henri would not have survived if Etienne's father had not trusted him.
With a pat and a sugar cube, Etienne continued to measure the feed for each horse.
Back in his room, Etienne wandered to his window. Pulling back the curtain, he looked at the scenes outside. A small black dog trotted across the street, hardly leaving a footprint in the hard-packed snow. He watched the dog envious that the dog had unlimited freedom, while he was trapped in this house.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Etienne rose from the window and rushed to the door. An older man was holding a short message in his right hand. The man had a grim expression on his face. Unsure of what was happening; Etienne grabbed the note and thanked the man.
We regret to inform you of Peter de Austlier's death.
The note was unsigned and unsympathetic. His mother was standing directly behind him, so he gave her the note and scurried to his room.
He sat on his bed and put his hands over his face and wept. The only person who had ever cared about him was gone and would never shield him from his mother ever again. His mask quickly became soggy, so he tore it off and threw it across the room.
After a while had passed, the sky outside had become dark, he calmed down. He rose from the bed and walked to the window. Although there was no dog there now, he could still remember that feeling of freedom that the dog must have felt. A sudden thought came to his mind, Why don't I just leave. Father is never going to return. No one would miss me.
As he climbed through the window, one thought went through his mind, Etienne de Austlier no more. Now, I am Erik.