Alfred F. Jones

Montreal, Quebec

October 23, 2163

He was so sound asleep at the end of the meeting that I had to carry him up to his room. He was out cold; I doubt that he would've woken up if I'd tossed him out of his window into the snowbank outside. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping but I knew that at a specific time every night he has the same dream. Even when he doesn't remember what he dreamed about, he still always has that dream. He has horrible nightmares that plague every moment of his rest, and sometimes they even affect his emotions and reactions when he's awake.

As I carried him up the stairs to the third floor where both his room and mine were, I felt a faint tingle in the back of my mind.

"You shouldn't act like you know what's wrong..." said a voice.

"You don't really love him..." said another voice.

"You pretend to know why he cries-" began the first voice.

"when your theories couldn't be further from the truth..." a third voice finished.

"You never noticed, did you?" The first voice asked.

"How he was trying so hard to reach out and love you, or at least be friends with you...?" The second voice pondered.

"Or how he would always have some excuse as to why he was covered in bruises...?" The third voice, whispered.

"He can't hear us anymore... you always believed enough for you to be able to hear us, but he can't even hear us, let alone see us... He stopped believing in us long ago..." the three voices chorused.

I wondered who the voices belonged to and searched Arthur's pockets for his room key. Unlocking the door, I carried him in and I was suddenly struck with a sense that someone was watching me. I froze for a moment, then continued on, laying England on his bed; I had no reason to be afraid.

I went through the connecting door and the moment I got into my room, I get a splitting headache.

"Me has abandonado... ¿por qué hacer eso...?" A voice said, low and mournful like the sound of wolf song. It hurt me, the sound of the voice.

I felt a pain in my chest, "Only because I had to."

"...pero no tenía por qué... que eligió a..." the voice said, rumbling like a growl.

"I did have to... I remember how it used to be, Mother and Matthew and Me, all together. We grew maize and we helped the other people... but mother died and I couldn't stay in her house anymore... Matthew went north to go and settle down there but I just roamed..."

"...que te amaba... queremos que usted esté allí..."

"You might've but the others... they didn't like me; I didn't look like them, so they hated me..."

"...Estás loco rubio... te queremos... nadie puede decir que no... incluso si su cabello es rubio, sus ojos son azules y su piel no es tan oscura como la nuestra... que aún te amo..."

"Maybe so, but I can't reconnect with that world..."

The headache got worse, and My vision started to blur. I fell to the ground face first, my foot smacking the still open door and slamming it as I hit the ground.

~A/N- The first three voices are Arthur's fairies (or at least the ones that follow him around these days) and Arthur can't see them anymore because he no longer believes that they are real. Alfred can hear them (now) because he believes that fairies might exist; he's like an agnostic person (with fairies rather than some form of god). The fourth voice is a surprise that pertains to Alfred's past and his mother (but you will learn about that later).
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