*AUTHOR'S NOTE*- Okay, I'm sorry. I'm just gonna clear some things up. I WILL NOT be putting this story up for adoption; I'm just not, no comment. Next, I will be trying to update more this summer more than I use to. I have been EXTREMLY busy with school these past months trying to bring my grades up so I do not have to take semester tests so don't feel I just abandoned you. Last, I will be gone on a mission trip to New Mexico for a while in 3 weeks, so that will be another reason for not updating. Forgive me, I hope that you understand. Truly, your faithful writer, kt.
Utter shock filled my sense and my throat went try. Robin never talked about his mother, he only said that she died when he was born. He seemed edgy on the subject, so I never brought it up.
But now, gaping at this charmed little boy in front of me was almost like a dream, as if a picture of his childhood was being brought to life before my eyes.
He hands were still grasping the source of the lullaby and was completely memorized. My astonished self stood awkwardly in front of him until I could bear it no more.
"Robin, are you alright?" he rabidly blinked . "Yeah, I'm fine." He mumbled under his breath. I slowly walked towards him, placing my hand on his shoulder causing him to look up into my eyes.
"So Brigitte is your mother?" I spoke in a motherly tone trying my very hardest to relax him and make him feel calm. He grinned "Yeah, my mother gave this to Loveday before she died. She said "I was to hold the key".
Robin took my hand as we slowly paced to the bedside and sat down. He sighed. "Every night, before I went to bed, Loveday would sneak into my room and take out the locket. She would tell me of how she used to sing to her at night and kiss her softly on her cheek. She would talk about how her and Father were so in love and how he was always so merry when she was around."
Another heavy sigh gasped from his lips. "But most of all, she would talk about how she used to sing to me at night, and hold me close, and dream such big dreams for me. How with her last breath, she spoke 'Call him Robin, that one day he will fly away to such tall mountain peaks, and soar to his destiny'."
A lone tear slowly trickled down his face. His eyes refused to meet mine as they locked to his lap. "But then, I killed her."
I gasped and shot my eyes to his flustered brow. "It was me who caused her pain, who killed her slowly and willingly." My hand reached for his chin as I yanked it up towards me. "Robin, you can't think that." I assured, trying to maintain my motherly tone. "It wasn't your fault, it was just her time."
His fists were clenched tightly and his face was growing red. "It was me." With that he leaped from the bed and scanned the wall for the secret passage way leading to Loveday's cavern.
"Robin! Please don't leave me!" but it was too late. The passage's strong stone walls slammed to a shut and I was left alone, in my tower, without my Robin.
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For days Robin stayed cooped up his castle, ignoring the fact that my heart was grieving for his presence at all times. But I mustn't be selfish I scolded myself. Perhaps Loveday had spoken to him, but I wouldn't know for she has also been avoiding me the past week.
Something happened to their mother, something, unnatural. I remember Robin telling me how she had had the "dying sickness". I remembered the story of the step mother cursing a maiden for her beauty and that was all I was told.
I must know more. I raced down the stairs of my tower and down the long hall to the library. The great doors flew open at my touch and my eyes scanned the great shelves of books old and new searching for a place to begin.
My hands tore through heaps of scrolls and books that lay undisturbed for centuries and clouds of dust filled the room. Every piece of parchment I could get my hands on had been opened and thoroughly searched by every word, but to no avail.
My hopes were falling, and any sign of finding the truth of the de Noir curse had been vanquished. I sighed and threw a ragged book across the room causing the binding to unravel.
"Oh bother." I mumbled as I crawled to the broken book and tried to resemble it. But the yellow pages fell loose, scattering all over the old wooden floor. "What will Uncle say?" I mumbled fearfully remembering what my uncle could turn into once anger flushed through him.
As I tried to place the old pages back into the binding of the book, I noticed one page was attached to the other. Curiously, I ran my finger nail along the edge of the adjoining pages and separated them, revealing another page.
"What is this?" I whispered under my breath as my eyes flew wide open in shock to what the page held.
"To the one so fortunate to read this,
Beware. Fate has brought you to these words knowing now was the time.
There will be an age when all the creatures of the Earth must unite to conquer the last bit of evil this world holds.
But the evil will not give up so easily, for she is great in power, and takes many forms. The elves will descend from the East with their multitudes of soldiers carrying their noble bow.
The dwarfs and trolls come from the West baring ax and club.
The Hobbits shall come to you from the South ready to defend what is theirs.
And lastly, those of noble men being born into this world with knowledge of the other side of the world, shall come from many corners of the Earth to the Princess they now serve.
Take caution, the time is near when all you once knew will turn to ash, beware of your duty,
Moon princess."