Hey! Hmm...well, I still hope I got some readers out there. It's frustrating when you can't tell how many people read your story. I'm starting to think that that one isn't good at all. Yes I got a few reviews...but they are from my friends... ...you know...?
If you read it, please review or just say; Hey, I read it!
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Okay, I hope you'll like this one!
Kaya
Chapter 7
Meeting their creator
There she was, in front of me, ma Corrine, my dear daughter. My siblings tried to convince me not to come here, but I could not stop myself. I wanted to look at her in the eyes, hear her voice talking to me and even take her in my arms, if she let me.
She stood there in front of me as I smiled to her. First she looked surprised, then scared, but now she looked calm, though uncertain.
-You don't have to be afraid Corrine, I wont hurt you.
She did not move. I was both hurt and proud as odd as it may sound. Hurt because I wanted her to trust me, proud because she could not help but think that maybe I was an enemy and she was careful.
-Who...who are you? She asked softly
-You know who I am ma petite, don't you?
She recoiled and nodded, bowing her head and murmured; The soul maker. I smiled. I knew she felt it. She felt our connection, but she remained careful, which surprised and impressed me.
Erik appeared with a tray. He set it on a trunk by the doorway and knelt before me. He was respectful, but I hated my angel being so formal. At least, now Corrine knew I really was the soul maker. She laid her hand on Erik's shoulder and knelt beside him.
-No Corrine, stand up, please. I said, taking a few steps toward her
Both she and the angel raised on their feet and Erik kept his head bowed in respect, which annoyed me. Corrine looked into my eyes and I could not help but smile. She was so beautiful, so much like her mother. I could have cried before her. I was so happy that my daughter could see me, after all these years.
I heard a strange noise when I was about to say something, which I forgot instantly. The three of us looked at Corrine's stomach and it growled again, making her blush with embarrassment.
I made a table, three chairs and a good meal appear in a corner of the room. I am not use to eat, Erik wasn't either, but it would help us. I heard mortals could talk easily while eating a good meal with some wine. But I would not give alcohol to my daughter. We sat down, Corrine in front of me, the angel on her right.
By the way Corrine was picking at her food, I could tell she was nervous. I went to say something, but Erik took her hand, gently squeezing it, smiling down at her. I could not be more happy when she smiled back.
-Are you happy here? I asked
-Yes...hmmm...monsieur...
She blushed. She knew that 'monsieur' sounded weird for me, but I let it that way, after all, I did not have any name. Call me papa! I thought, but no, I could not tell her that, even if my heart ached for her to call me her father.
-Are you taking good care of her? I asked again, this time turning to the angel
-Yes, well, I think so master. He answered, not looking at me but at my daughter, as if looking for approval
-He is very caring. She smiled, then blushed again. Hmm...do you want me to call you master?
I smiled at that, she was adorable with her disbelieving look.
-No ma petite. I am not your master.
I am your father! I cried in my head. That sounded very Star Wars-ish. I may be the soul maker, but I got some mortal culture! At least, nor Erik nor her could hear my thoughts.
