The sun was high in the sky, making sharp shadows fall upon the land. Crudely made houses swarmed with flies as their owners sat outside, their jaws slack and eyes dull. Some slowly moved through the center of the city, pulling along carts through the dust. They let out whopping coughs, their lungs filled with moister, their bodies frail and sick looking.

A small girl, her face covered in dirt, the shirt she was wearing had missive holes in it and stopped just above her knees seeming to be the only clothing she was wearing. Her hand clutched a small doll as she ran down the street, dust clouds forming behind her. The sun's heat sat heavily on her, her scalp cooking under it. She didn't care, her body already riddled with scabs and peeling skin. She slowed down, coming to the very center of the town, broken down shops circling around the chipped and broken fountain that sat in the very middle.

The dirty child ran forward again, coming up to her Mother who was washing her naked body in the little remaining water that sat in the bowl of the fountain from the last rain fall. Other's gathered around the dirty stone, trying to scrub off the desires that riddled their bodies. The girl dropped her doll, her Mother helping her lift off her dirty shirt. As she let it drop to the floor she felt someone's eyes on her. Everyone else seemed to busy trying to get the rotten flesh off of their bodies to notice her. Daring a look up, the sun blocking her view before it settled behind a massive tower, one of many.

There, the girl could just barely make out a person. A bold woman looked down on them from her balcony of the tower that casted the town center into darkness. They had never seen her up close, no, she never aloud that, never wanted to be touched by the filthy creatures that were pathetic excuses for humans to get near her. But she often found herself looking down, watching them move like rats. She could just make out a naked child looking up at her from the broken fountain.

She could feel that little gaze boring into her, asking her so many questions demanding so many answers. She gripped the railing with her hands, her muscles tightening. With a disgusted noise she turned around, walking back inside; the thick doors closing behind her casting out the sun's light. Slowly she sank to the floor of the room.

She folded her legs underneath her as she leant forward her forehead resting against the cold floor. Her arms were lying beside her, her fingers fanned out, the long nails resting against the stone of the floor. Smoke hung in the air as candles and incense burnt. A small fire sat in front of her, a cauldron resting over it with clear liquid that was slowly bubbling inside of it. It gave off a rancid smell that filled up the room, but she didn't seem to mind.

She slowly sat up, her arms straightening out on either side of her; white mist seeped out of her fingertips as she rolled her head around, her plump red lips parting. The fire's small flame reflected warmth onto her porcelain skin, the room's temperature starting to drop, her breaths coming out in little white puffs. The fog that came out of her hands slowly filled up the room, making it almost freezing.

She slowly opened her black eyes, her lips pulling up into a grin reviling long pointed teeth. She let her arms slowly fall, a small coating of ice running up her forearms. Her fingers landed on her bare thighs, the fabric of her outfit falling between her legs, the dark red flickering in the fires light.

"Rain be with me,

Rain be with thee," she slowly said, her voice deep as she grabbed a marble bowl filled with dried leaves. She crushed them in her hand, sprinkling the handful of them into the bubbling pot. The fog around her twisted and clawed at the circled walls, wanting to be let out into the world to spread its coldness. She breathed deeply through her nose speaking again.

"Let your thunder be heard,

Let your lightning be hot.

Cast Evelina in your darkness,

Cast the Queen in your coldness."

She grabbed a small handful of a black powder, shaking it out of her hand over the water. With her clawed hand resting above the steaming pot, she slowly moved it in a circle, the water following the motion.

"May your water break the seal,

That keeps me out."

She breathed in deeply as the water started to form an image. Blonde hair shone through, blue eyes seeming to pierce the murky water. She leaned forward, the water reflecting the red from her outfit.

"Ahhh," she sighed out in her deep voice. "You're pregnant," she let out a throaty laugh. "All the better then." She leaned forward, her face inches from the boiling water. She felt the fire flicker out licking at her skin. She opened her mouth wide, wider then what was human, her tongue falling out, resting against her chin. Her body started to convulse as her stomach muscles tensed and then relaxed. Her eyes were wide open; the room grew colder as finally her stomach tensed a final time. Blackness oozed out of her mouth slowly falling out in clumps, sticking to her tongue and then sliding off, making the image of the blonde woman ripple and disappear as blackness seeped around the pot.

"Tomorrow?" Jane echoed, watching the white of the fake clouds turn darker over the glowing map. She glanced up at her Father as the wind whipped at them, making their clothes flap against their bodies. The King had a frown on his face. Suddenly he reached over, grabbing the stone from where it spun, the golden table going back to its normal flatness, no longer holding the land of Terra on it. Frank carefully placed the stone back into its place on his crown, his hands shook before he clenched them into fists.

"Pa, what is it?" Her Father seemed to forget that Jane was standing there. He looked around, finally spotting the Princess. He stared for a second longer before smiling.

"Nothing, it's just strange that the rains are coming so soon, that's all." He reached his hand out, offering it to his daughter who took it, still throwing looks at Frank. They carefully walked back down from the top of the tower and entered the room where the barrels where in. The fire that burned in the stone cylinder had somehow gone out on its own. They put the lids back on Jane talking animatedly,

"So Pa?"

"Yes Janie?" he asked, pounding on the top of a lid, making sure it was closed tightly.

"Why did you want to know if I felt a tingling when I touch the black stones?" Frank didn't even look at her when he spoke.

"What did I tell you?" She bit her lip, thinking back.

"You said that you would explain when I was older. But why can't you tell me now?" Finally her Father turned to her.

"Because Jane, it's too sensitive of a topic to discuss to you when you're this young."

"But Pa…" Jane beguine to whine, wanting to know what the significance of it was.

"Jane, I promise I will tell you, just not now. Okay?" He stared at his daughter before she nodded her head. "Come, let's go. I know your Mother is waiting to hear back from us." Jane stood there for a few seconds longer before shrugging her shoulders, opening the door to the stairway.

Now that they were heading down Jane was forced to look through the slits that where in the railway, seeing the bottom. She wobbled a little bit, scared by the height but she felt the Kings hand land on her shoulders, holding her in place. She gave him a shy smile before continuing going down.

Finally Jane's feet landed on the ground. She sighed, relaxing. The King heaved the door open, walking through before Jane. As soon as the King closed the door two men metalized out of nowhere, always ready to defend their King. Jane had always wondered about the bodyguards that were picked for the royal family. She knew some sort of ritual was done, bonding the two people but she didn't remember her own, Vince was chosen when she was still an infant.

Somehow they had a sixth sense about them, always knowing where there masters where. She glanced at them as they walked down the hallway after Frank locked the door. One of them locked eyes with her, smiling softly while the other stared ahead, his shoulders stiff and ready for anything. Smiling back at the other man Jane looked back forward.

They were walking across a bridge that connected the towers, tall windows lining the walls. She could just make out trees that sat on the ground. They swayed violently with the winds. Her eyes scanned over the land until they landed on the Suntam Mountain Range that sat to the west. Dark clouds sat around them, stuck behind the rocks. The mountains were the only things holding back the coming storms but the wind seemed to be winning the battle.

She grew giddy, tomorrow was the rain festival and her Dad had even said that they were going down to the city to join the people of Terra. They walked down the halls, hand in hand. Frank had yet to let the tension out of his shoulders making Jane uneasy. The brunette girl wondered what could make her Father so worried looking.

"So, what is it dear?" Amelia asked as soon as they stepped inside of the sitting room her and Frankie occupied. Jane let go of the King's hand, running over to sit next to her brother who was eagerly playing with a set of blocks.

"Tomorrow Amelia," she heard her Father whisper, his voice on edge.

"So soon?" Jane glanced at her parents who were huddled around each other, speaking softly. Her Mother had put on the same worried tone as her Father. "How can this be?" The Queen glanced at Jane who was looking at them curiously.

"I don't know…" he proclaimed running his hands through his hair, the crown stopping his worrying fingers. Amelia looked away from her daughter, whispering again.

"How do you not know?" She leaned in her head in further, trying to keep their conversation quiet from their children.

"I said I don't know!" he yelled, slamming his hand on the table. He sighed heavily looking back at his wife. "I'm sorry Amelia." She smiled sadly at him, embracing him back when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. They stood there for a few seconds not saying anything before the King pulled away.

"I must attend to things." Jane snapped her head up look at him.

"But Pa! Today is our day!" the Princess complained, leaving her Brother to his blocks. "I haven't seen you all week!" Frank smiled sadly at her.

"I know Janey but I must get the kingdom ready for the rain festival. You want to complain about that?" he cocked an eyebrow up as he said this, knowing all too well that his daughter wouldn't do such a thing. He patted her on the head before giving the Queen a kiss and walked out, the tension showing even more in his shoulders as he left the comfort of his family.

Jane glanced up at her Mother. The blonde looked back giving her a smile.

"How was going up to the tower with Frank?" Jane grinned at her Mother as they walked back over to Frankie the Princess launching into the story of the stones and the map.

"And Pa even said that we could go into Evelina!" Amelia pulled a tired looking Frankie into her lap, his eyes drooping.

"Oh! We haven't done that for awhile." Jane fiddled with a block, choosing her words carefully.

"I know, not since Frankie was born." The Queen chuckled, remembering the last time they had taken Jane to the Festival. Her daughter had demanded to take a jar full of the rain water back to the castle with her. It still sat on her window seal.

"I think that would be fun," she finally answered. Jane looked up at her, a small smile spreading across her face. Her Mother slowly stood up, Frankie resting against her, his legs spreading around her stomach as he slept. "But if we're going, I think you should be the Bringer." The Princess let the block drop, standing up so fast she wobbled before regaining her balance.

"Really?!" She shrieked. The blonde covered Frankie's head, shushing her daughter playfully.

"Yes, but I think a dress fitting is in order." Amelia cocked an eyebrow, expecting a fight with her daughter.

"I don't care!" Jane yelled, running around her Mother, dancing in happiness.

"I get to be the Bringer, I get to be the Bringer!" she chanted, running out of the room, yelling it louder.

Maura reached up to grab the handle to the Isles estate but Vince shook his head, seeking a moment of privacy with the small girl. He opened up the bag that he had been carrying and rifled through it, looking for something.

"This is from Jane." He winked at Maura with his usage of the Princesses first name. He held out a small envelope to Maura who grabbed it with a moment of hesitation. Maura swallowed looking down at the paper in her hands. Her name was written across it; Jane's handwriting was neat but had a sloppy edge to it. Maura flipped it over, wanting to tear it open and read the letter right there. "Better wait till you have some privacy Maura," Vince said his voice soft. The golden haired girl looked up at him, nodding in understanding. Key's words coming back to her. Maura needed to keep her friendship with the Princess in secret.

"How do I get one back to her?" She was eager to run up to her room and read the letter, desperate to actually be speaking to someone who seemed to like her.

"I spoke to Richard before we left, asking him if he was willing to let your letters be sent through him. He is regularly writing to the King," Vince spoke, tugging on his goatee. "He has agreed to it."

"Oh," she said. I guess that would make sense.

"I'll be back next week to show you what the staffs are for." Maura nodded, remembering how Vince had pulled up a section of land only to show a hole hidden there and dropped the staffs down, covering them up again. "Meanwhile, I want you to read the chapters on staffs from this." Unceremoniously Vince dropped a hefty book in her hands. Maura had seen the book before; it was lying next to the bag while they were in the hidden field, now that it was in her hands she could look at the cover. There was no title but there was a suit of armor stamped into the red leather that incased the large book. She was about to open it and rifle through it when the man next to her spoke again.

"You must do those exercises everyday Maura." She nodded her head, already feeling her stomach ache, her legs feeling like jelly. She bit her lip before throwing her arms around Vince's waist, squeezing him.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The man smiled, placing a hand on the girls' dirty hair.

"You're welcome Maura. Now you should go back inside, they'll be wondering where you are." Maura quickly let go of Vince, smiling.

"Of course," she said, the envelope was burning a hole through her hand demanding her attention. He stepped off of the entrance way and headed down the road that lead him back to Evelina. Maura lingered for a second longer, before opening the door. The hall was full of children running around. Some carried brooms and mops others dirty laundry. Quickly, Maura tucked Jane's letter into the waist of her trousers, hiding it with her shirt, the book clutched to her chest.

She bolted for the stairs not seeing a boy doing the same thing. They collided; Maura's book flew out of her hands as she roughly landed against the ground. There was an apology in her throat when the boy kicked out violently at her, shoving her away from him.

"Watch it Maura-the-bora!" he yelled at her. The blonde girl quickly stood up, grabbing her book, and held her hip where his foot had landed. She bit her lip, trying to stop the sting of tears that threatened to form in her eyes. The boy threw a dark look over his shoulder making his face ugly at her before walking back down the hall.

She avoided the looks and questions thrown at her and quickly made her way up the stairs. Here it was less crowded but her housemates were still running around. All of them were eager to get their chores done, wanting to head to the city during their free time and hear the King's declaration on when the rains would come. Barely opening her door she slipped in, letting it click closed behind her before she ran over to her desk. With a loud thud she dropped the book, ripping out the envelope from Jane. Maura stared at her name for a second before flipping it over and tearing it open, making quick work of the Princesses handwriting.

Dear Maura,

I really liked playing in the Gardens with you and Vince. Everything's boring here. Nothing's happening at all. I wish I could play with you again sometime soon.

I hope you are okay.

Your friend,

Princess Jane Rizzoli.

The blonde girl stared at the Princesses signature. Somehow that flourish of letters made it all seem that much more real for her. Sure she had gone up to the castle and spent her time with the funny girl, getting a ribbon out of it. But this letter represented so much more then the memories that Maura carried. It was showing the lonely girl that for once in her life, she had made a friend. Maura jumped violently when her door was thrown open, someone barging in.

"Oh, Maura, you're here," Alice said when she spotted her standing next to the small desk, Jane's letter clutched in her hand. The brunette woman held a massive pot in her hands. As she walked forward her leg bumped against it, sloshing the water on the inside. She set it down on the floor, grabbing the empty one. "Everyone's finishing up their chores and eating lunch if you want to join them?" Maura shook her head.

"I'm still full from the food that Vince gave me." The blonde girl turned around, tucking Jane's letter back into its envelope avoiding the other woman's questioning gaze.

"Alright, well I got you some new bath water. It's warm from sitting outside under the sun all day; you look like you want a bath." Maura returned Alice's smile with a small one of her own. "Okay, I'll leave you be then. You're free to do what you like until the feast. But if you're going into the city you have to let Kay know, she keeps a list just in case." At Maura's nod she left, closing the door behind her.

Quickly the blonde child grabbed the pot, huffing as she lifted it. The water sloshed around violently as her muscles shook, slowly lifting up the pot of water and dumping it into her small tub. She let the pot fall to the floor, catching her breath before stripping down, washing all the dirt off of her body.

Her small body already ached from all of the new excurses it was put there. After the water turned a murky brown Maura sat there for a few minutes longer, leaning back and closing her eyes just like she'd seen her Mother do before. The water seemed to seep into her body, calming the ache of the muscles and joints there.

After a while Maura felt her fingers beguine to prune and the water turned cold, so she got out, dressing quickly. She left her hair down as she grabbed the book Vince had given her, the ribbon tied securely around her wrist. The golden haired child crossed her legs, feeling the edge of her trousers brush against her bare feet. With a content sigh, she flipped open the book and began to read.

Trumpets blasted, men's feet thudded against the ground as they marched down the entrance way of the Rizzoli Castle to the town square. They cheered from the sides of the road, pressing against each other calling out loudly. They pointed and yelled as they spotted their King riding a white horse. He smiled broadly, his crown gleaming in the fading sun light. Knights surrounded him, their eyes peering through the slits on their helmets, looking for trouble. The Rizzoli crest flags whipped in the wind. But despite its constant force the day was warm and heavy.

"When do you think they'll come this year?" Jade asked Nera as he lifted one of the younger children and rested them on his shoulders. The dark woman looked at him, petting the cat that rested on Diana's shoulders.

"I'm not sure," she shrugged before looking back out over the crowd.

"In a week most likely, that's how it's been every year for as long as I could remember it," the blue haired girl interjected, not taking her eyes off of the striking figure the King posed on his horse.

"King Rizzoli!" The boy on Jade's shoulders shouted, waving his arms. He cheered loudly, his legs bumping against the fire haired man's chest as the King noticed him and waved happily. Jade couldn't help himself, the crowds energy was infectious, making him smile. The King stepped down, grabbing hands and returning kisses as he made his way through the people, the guards pushing through before him, clearing a pathway.

"My people!" he called loudly as he stood in the very center of the square on a small stage, looking over the packed bodies. He laughed as the cheering grew louder. People threw flowers at the stage and small gifts of wrapped twigs, giving him luck. His dark eyes scanned the buildings. All of them bore the traditional purple flags with golden rain drops on them. The structures outsides were painted merrily with different shades of blues, the street's swirling shades of purple and gold.

"People of Evelina!" He raised his hands, the crowed growing quiet after a few more minutes of cheering. "As you know, each year we welcome the coming of the spring rains! They nourish our lands and water our crops," he paused, waiting for the yelling to subside again. "But not only do they do that but they clear the Diamond pass in the Suntam Mountains, allowing safe passage to the harbor cities!" People screamed, stomping their feet against the ground. Eager to get products from the other cites that they had run low on through the winter months.

"When are they coming!?" Someone shouted, eager to get the festival started. Jade squinted when he noticed the King's sudden hesitation, the way his eyes shifted and looked down at the ground before smiling again.

"Tomorrow!" he yelled loudly. There was a collective gasp from the crowd. No one was expecting this; all used to the weeklong wait. People murmured with each other, trying to set plans in motion for the sudden festival that would be held tomorrow. The tension pounding down on the crowd as many realized that they didn't have enough time to get everything ready, before the King spoke again.

"I am having the castles personal stock of ale sent down to the city along with servants that are willing to help with all of the preparations!" Frank wasn't expecting the excitement in the crowd as everyone started to talk and cheer with each other all at once, eager that they wouldn't have to wait at least a week for the rains.

"Nera?" Jade whispered, turning slightly to face her. She stared at the King her hand frozen on Alba who meowed softly wanting her affection again.

"I…," she paused, looking at him. "I think I knew this was going to happen." Diana perked up, leaning around the black girl, getting into the conversation.

"You've seen this?" Nera looked back at the King who was smiling, heading back through the crowd.

"No… not this. But I…." she paused again, pressing her hand to her chest.

"What?" The boy that sat on top of Jade's shoulders grew still looking down at his older friends speaking to each other, picking up on the strained whispers.

"I don't know…," Nera said snapping her head up looking around, her eyes darting around. Then Jade felt it too. It was very subtle, the hairs on the back of his neck starting to stand up. He lifted the boy off of his shoulders, looking around with Nera, trying to find the source. His hair shifted to a darker red as he finally spotted it.

"The clouds, look." Jade pointed at the dark clouds that had been stuck behind the mountains for the past week. They had finally broken free of the stone wall. Lights flashed in the dark as lightning made itself known. They were too far away to hear the sounds of thunder but no doubt it was loud and unusual.

"Those aren't normal Nera…" Diana spoke softly, spotting what Jade had been looking at.

"No they're not," the dreaded girl said, her voice growing stern, her eyes shining. "Those were forced here by magic."

Maura ran her hand over the detailed drawn picture of a man wielding a staff. The book contained image upon image of fighting stances and attacks she could use with all possible weapons. She had already read all the chapters on staff work three times and now she simply sat on her bed, looking at the pictures. She barley heard the soft knock on her door.

"Yes?" she called, tucking the book underneath her pillow, not wanting anyone to find it. Kay poked her head inside smiling softly at the small girl.

"Hey there Missy, are you ready?" Maura blinked at her, forgetting the past events of the weekend.

"For the feast?" she asked quietly, looking down at her shoes that sat against her bed.

"You know you don't have to come and Alice is still willing to let you stay home," Kay whistled at her, still standing at the door way. Maura sighed heavily, biting the inside of her cheek before sliding off of the bed. Kay held the door open for her, looking at the blonde hair that fell around her shoulders, for once down.

"I remember Richard said this wasn't just for my parents? It was for everyone's?" The older woman held her hip as they slowly walked down the hallway that was littered with a few passing by children, all heading to the dining hall.

"Yes it's for everyone's. We try to honor their memoire and ask the Steorra to bless our grief with their passing." Maura grew silent at the mention of a god. It's not that she didn't believe in a higher power it's just that she saw no need to turn to them. She felt like she always wanted to deal with her own problems instead of asking for aid.

Kay didn't press Maura to speak thinking that the small child was lost in thoughts of her parents. When they entered the hall it was full with soft spoken children, all knowing what this meal meant. The older looking girls gave Maura a sympathetic smile, others resting their hands on their hearts offering her their sympathy at her recent lost. The younger kids ignored her like always, too wrapped up with each other and their friends.

The older woman next to Maura pointed to a free spot that would sit her across from the boy that had kicked her during lunch time. Moodily Maura sat, staring down at her shinning plate, not daring to look at him. No doubt he was doing the same.

"I'm sorry for your lose…," his voice held an edge to it like he was forcing himself to say it to her. But when she looked up his eyes were soft, showing he truly meant it. She opened her mouth, pausing for a second trying to overcome her confusion at his sudden mood change towards her.

"Thank you…?" she dragged it out, not knowing his name.

"I'm Ian."

"Oh… Thank you Ian," she said politely before turning back to her plate.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur for her, her inner cheek bleeding heavily in her mouth as she fought tears against Richard's words. The meal was large and delicious but it was hard to swallow for Maura, her throat constricting as she fought her tears. Ian said a few things to her from time to time, always asking questions when she was going to finally give in to her tears. Maura realized that he was distracting her, trying to help her get through her sadness.

The children soon cleared out taking care of their plates and saying thanks to the head cook. Maura sat there, picking at the bread that was on her plate, her mind going over and over again of the staff moves she had read. Ian had left too after giving up on talking to Maura.

"Maura dear? Are you ready?" Alice asked softly sitting down next to her. The blonde girl was just thinking about the movement to stop a high blow when the brunette woman sat down.

"We're going to the graveyard now aren't we?" she dropped her bread, stealing a look at Alice.

"Only if you want to, I'm not going to force you." After a second longer the child slipped out of her chair, pushing it in before grabbing her plate. Alice calmly waited as Maura cleaned up after herself, having watched all the other children do it.

The ride through town was silent, the carriage lurching back and forth as the driver had to stop and then start to go again, trying to move around the crowds of people as they ran about, getting the city ready. Maura leaned her head against her hand looking out the window, watching all the people.

"Do you know when the rains are going to come?" The child finally asked Alice.

"Tomorrow actually," she responded happily. "You'll have lessons in the morning, between breakfast and lunch but Master Isles is dismissing all the chores, saying everyone may leave early for the festival." Maura looked at Alice, her mind whirling. If she had lessons in the mornings and chores in the afternoon with barley any free time when was she supposed to train? And do what Vince had asked of her? She bit her thumb nail, looking back out the window. "I also heard that the royal family is coming down to celebrate with us, like they did when the Prince was born." The brunette gossiped.

"Will the Princess be there?!" she asked urgently, not caring about the rest of the Rizzoli family.

"I'm sure she will. She'll mostly likely be the Bringer." Maura sat back, the cushion of the seat under her supporting her sore muscles. Jane as the Bringer of the rain. Sadly with this role, Maura knew, she wouldn't be able to get close to her friend. Jane would be too busy with the pre-rain ceremony. Maybe I could speak to her when the rain actually comes? She asked herself. Maura was jostled out of her thoughts as the carriage stopped in front of a large field, headstones dotting the landscape.

Alice was the first to get out, helping the girl to step down. Silently Maura followed her through the row after row of stone. Her eyes scanned the names reading them to herself. Death was always an interesting thing to her. One moment the thing was alive and then the next it was gone forever, no amount of pleading with the gods could bring them back.

She stopped in time before bumping into Alice as she stood in front of two small stones that stood out of the ground, names engraved onto them.

Patrick Doyle.

Hope Doyle.

Maura blinked, her eyes scanning over their names again and again. She had been distracting herself, she knew this much. She had been trying to busy herself with things that wouldn't let her mind wonder. Reading had helped, but the training with Vince had cleared her mind, dulling the pain of her lose. As she looked at the white stones, her heart squeezed on itself.

Looking at these things made it more real for Maura. She would never be able to distract herself enough from being able to see these stones in her mind over and over again. But she knew something that she could do. She could make her Mother and Father proud of her; make them see what an amazing woman she would come out to be one day. She stared at their names, the pain in her chest starting to let up. She heard Alice start to walk away from her, giving her her privacy. Swallowing away the lump in her throat Maura called out to her.

"No wait, Alice." She ran after her, the brunette confused.

"Can we go now…?"

"Maura? We just got here?" The blonde shook her head, walking further down the row.

"Those stones say that my parents are there. But I know," she paused thinking about something her Father had once said to her. "But I know that whatever dies will always be around, will always be watching over everything. I know my parents are watching over me and…," she faltered in her speech before raising her head up, her chin jutting out bravely. "And I know that whenever they saw me upset it always hurt them. So wherever they are, wherever they are watching over me, I want them to see me happy." She turned, not waiting for Alice to start walking and headed back to the carriage.

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