Chapter 4
Miraculously, someone had plunged into a unique dream, it seemed that this was Lord Everglot's own dream. At once he walked silently into the dark, gloomy forest from the bridge that led the crooked paths on the right to Pastor Galswells' church, and on the left was his distant, and apparently former small village in the capital of Europe, from which he constantly remembered this before freezing for time travel. But most of all he had to avoid this unpleasant effort about the past, which his wife confirmed to him to forget about it, and then he most slowly goes to the shabby forest, where the path goes further, pale blue glow, which shines under the leafless trees. Only here, to his deep astonishment in this terrible dim forest, which increases his fear, because crows are watching him closely on the upper branch of the trees, which they are sitting firmly on them with two paws, all this makes him wonder for these incomprehensible. Above the upper side behind the taller trees, a few blue-morphic butterflies fly gently, fluttering their wings relatively, and in the same way they fly over the stone graves with twisted branches of old oaks and scattered a little snow, and finally headed for the dark, thick darkness with a moonbeam, desperately disappeared from sight. When the gentle wind blew here, but it actually seemed too cold in the summer season, but it seemed that it was not a summer season, but on the contrary it is the winter season at the end of January, he trembled gloomily and winced at the whimsy. Sometimes he can't stop while he goes to the radiance, because he wanted to guess with the highest chance what this priceless thing shines in that radiance.
Maybe it's probably a gem? What if he gave his ex-wife for his exquisite obedience to her request when these gems turn into earrings? Or maybe it's some kind of magic? Is it a spiritual signal or something else?
Well, no matter what it is supposed to be, and slowly he heads for the further path under the forest. Ever since it had been near the radiance, a structural tree with twisted branches and seductive blue flowers among the branches had grown along the woods around the parched ground, and the same blue butterflies flew over it, dispelling the pale mists on the underside near the roots.
Suddenly he noticed that in this case the radiance that shone was actually a blue star, which hung in the air over the upper head of a rounded branch of a tree. The Lord, very silently, sneaks up to the tree so as not to steal the thing, but only to see what is happening there, he carefully steps over all the roots of the trees because of this they are attached to the ground, took a deep breath to concentrate when there are no traps for thieves. than he came up with it, because he also had to avoid for these estates and quietly approached the trees….
From then on, a rotten root suddenly jumped on him to his short leg, he slyly dodged back and forth, and immediately fell to the ground, feeling puzzled and amazed at the effort. Lord Everglot tried to get to his feet, but it was too late to do so because of his excess weight that it was appropriate to hinder him, but he certainly stopped moving for injustice. In front of him, desperately, this tree begins to move and bends itself from bottom to top, and suddenly turns blue to grow so fast, flower petals began to fall to the ground, butterflies quickly disappear from the burning fire, and turned into burnt powders; between the forest and the night sky a huge, red-orange fire blazed, it burned all around everywhere, even farther between the church and the village, it was an unexpected Hell in Lord Finis' nightmare than he had realized.
At the moment from which the tree began to relatively change shape, it would allow Lord Everglot to pick up all the panic from this unexpected spectacle, it most spectacularly sucks the branches and roots to the body, invariably transformed into a dark, huge, suicidal woman. She was very slender, but instead of her breasts they were a little bigger than it seems, long heart-shaped hair was sticking out on her head… That's why Mr. Everglot calmly figured out who this tree-like woman was, because it was actually his further, ex-wife, Maudeline. Because all this moment still allows him to greatly increase the horror and anxiety due to speculations about past memories of escaping from the onslaught of living corpses... Now at least he was staring at her for discrepancy and hatred. Therefore, he constantly hated her after the marriage and birth of their daughter in disgrace, and since then, the automatic loss of finances due to bankruptcy.
"Finis..!!..." There was a terrible, humiliated, demonic female voice that was heard all around the sphere with fire, which turned out to be just a dark shadow of a woman with white mouths and eyes on a black face. "I finally found you through one hundred and twenty-one years after your cowardly escape from me for my frustration and difficulties! Our daughter, Victoria, has missed you a little since she married the son of a nouveau rich fish merchant, while they passed years after the wedding for filing for profit money on the guarantee of our family status and deviations from bankruptcy for the return of richer aristocratic affairs WITHOUT you! Where have you been at all!? It upset me so much for your incomparable disappearance!"
"Maudeline..?.. What a surprise to see you again in a few years on what I escaped from chaos…" Impatiently said Lord Finis for the tense feeling of meeting the shadow of his ex-wife. "Then, why are you still black as a blurred shadow, on your appearance you were suicidal and insidious like a ghost witch as I suspect…" When he choked his mouth from the condition. He still understood why his ghostly wife looked at him so sternly. Because it is not easier to suppress his panic, but without any shouting. If he did not immediately hopefully escape from here from the imagined nightmare. "Earlier, you were an ordinary woman I ever saw you before our marriage, I will remember most at this moment that you were once miserable, impatient because of the music that was too passionate, even actually evasive and rude than in mine at all… e-eehh…. And now, you have become very different than before…"
The former Lady Everglot's shadow answered nothing for his condition, she just tilted her head to look him in the eye, but her eyes were too cold and shining like a hawk. And obviously insidious. And suddenly Lord Everglot instantly guessed something.
"Wait a second, you won't always be able to appear to me as you testified, but my second wife tells me that it comes from my memories, which spilled over into my dream, which tormented me in vain." He declared to the dark woman. "You're just one of my memories, you still can't be my real ex-wife than she was in the past as a living person, because you're just an imaginary person from my inner dream-"
"SHUT UP!" Maudeline's shadow shouted at him menacingly.
"Fine.." Lord Everglot confirmed hesitantly. He is completely pale and very numb with shock at the loud shouts of women.
Conversely, since then, Maudeline's shadow has unexpectedly looked at her embarrassed husband at the slow tilt of her head from his head to his belly, which has become almost too big than before when it is a little big due to weight loss. Desperately, the former Lady Everglot gasped in shock.
"Finis..." she said softly in shock. "Why didn't you tell me right away that you…. you….. knocked out?"
"Did you mean "pregnant"?" he corrected from the effort.
"Stop pronouncing this word!" His ex-wife grumbled loudly.
Instead, on the underside of the shabby dress, dark tentacles popped out, they themselves approached the frightened Lord, and relatively grabbed his arms and legs. He anxiously tried to pull them out, but it was too late, because these tentacles were too strong to pull them too high. And sometimes he heard the giggles of a woman who hostilely approached him in front.
"I'm very sorry that I'm surrounding you, my darling." She said insidiously. "but I have a chance to pull these monsters out of your belly. Until they make a signal to your greedy new wife."
"No. No! Don't you dare do that, Maudeline! It does not make a single sense! Please! No! Don't do this!" Lord Finis exclaimed insistently.
"I'm sorry, Finis. I must do this for my position against you and your unborn monsters." Maudeline's shadow asked grimly.
That's in case the shadow of Maudeline prepared to kill her husband in disappointment, and at the beginning forced to pull out of his womb his unborn twins for a strong delay.
When everything around begins to darken without color, generally dissolves from a black spot to trees and on him as well, except on fire.
Eventually the figure of the woman raised her left arm, certainly moving as quickly as possible into the body of her ex-husband, and finally she shoved in his stomach that it gave him a deadly pain due to her strong movement.
From now on, she quickly pulled out some two things that came out of his stomach…..
They turned out to be actually two dragon eggs...
And something here began to darken from sight...
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At some point, in reality, the real Lord Finis Everglot woke up quickly at four in the morning at short sunrise. He will not be able to scream when his wife is sleeping next to him, so she has something to say about her dream. He was breathing softly after a nightmare, and slowly moving the blanket of his hands was more important, which made it more comfortable to look at his belly than they were all right. Nothing more tragic than this, He sighed lightly, so artifactually that his pregnant belly was completely normal. He lies to himself on the bed, and calm down a little after fear, and does not want to reciprocate to hear from his wife's snoring.
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Nine months ago, on August 12, For 26 days Abby's upbringing was absolutely wonderful. However, he cried a little and dirty his diapers not only firmly but gradually. And it was noticeable that his nanny Giel was feeding him so well all at once, as if she had given him to eat porridge with vegetables and drank a bottle of milk very obediently, without irritation. So important a training thing for Giel to accomplish, she is still ready to differentiate herself into the twins' upbringing when they soon emerge before Lord Finis soon begins unrestrained deep contractions in a few hours when everything is settled. At the opposite moments, in the quiet living room, Giel and Lord Everglot stood; most abusively, sleeping Abby sits above her lap here, sucking his left little arm for a moment to wait for his parents when they return shortly after the trip from Freakago. More indicative of the opposite is that the Everglots are also waiting for their backers to be back soon to bring their son back for a good event. But they persevered well in their own right for the inherent decision on the law of the upbringing of children, and, by the law of the mother in general, the correctness to bring up children without difficulty. For the opposite time, they are silent in the eyes, and thoughtfully they want to settle something for the next one-time case for making money for a month to repair a hill that is properly transformed into a garden.
"What time is it, darling?" Giel asked noticeably.
Then the Lord pulled out a gold watch on his pocket, pressed the button to make the door click, and carefully glanced at the arrows that were moving on the other side, which did not waver in the house.
"It's almost... 15 o'clock in the afternoon." he murmured in reply. "Hopefully they already got the taxi I assured? So we stand for ten minutes in a quiet living room that we don't need to move today. I was not comfortable sitting with my big belly on the couch for every difference so confiscated that our twins had already grown by the end of the month. Because they are too heavy on me."
"I understand you as you say." Giel added sympathetically. "I need to decide that you are standing all the time without that which you cannot constantly give birth to twins, i am still disrespected for not understanding that you cannot specifically hesitate to start your contract in any case. We need to bring back little Abby to his parents, whom we did not respect when we brought him up at first sight. And, probably, without research our exceptions."
"I trust you very much for your belief in me as I could not give birth at my own event." the Lord quietly assured, but he spoke rather insultingly almost offensively. "I lacked the position of how to do it to get the twins out of my inside for an hour when my contractions would begin. I didn't even compare the impressions of how to do….. it…" Then he stopped talking. He was suddenly depressed for a while, but a little shocked for a lifetime that he was as much pressed on his big belly as his twins were doing something they deliberately kicked very hard. He did heavy breathing three times, but, very slowly.
"What's wrong, my darling?" Giel was quietly worried. And she was grabbing at his right hand which she just wanted to stroke him when he was still breathing out of concern.
It was just Lord Finis breathing all that hard, but he kept waving his left hands to say, even if Giel didn't notice everything
"I… I'm fine…. it's j-just.. ju… Oohhh.." He was particularly quietly sighing and shuddering in pain. Again he pressed for much of his belly from this he did not realize. "They are just kicking very strong on my belly button which I was gripped by for misunderstanding… ehh.."
"I hope you're really okay, aren't you?.. because you feel very anxious during this time as I felt.." She vaguely decided.
"I'm fine, Giel. Everything will be okay.." Lord Everglot reassured her. He gently stroked her left shoulder.
Suddenly they heard a knock on the front door, which sounded in the middle of the house. It all turned out that their backers had just appeared every second. Giel jumped out of the couch, holding Abby firmly, and left Lord Finis alone, which made his disciple breathe immediately. She inevitably opened the door, but instead, she was comforted by the sudden, smiling Darryl and Agatha standing here, standing above the open door.
"Hi Giel! What a pleasure to see you with my Darryl again!" Mrs. Bulbshort greeted her.
"Aaah! Darryl! Agatha! Finally again and good to see you two!" Glowed with success, answered Giel. She solemnly hugged them, along with Abby, very sweetly, which he began to laugh when his parents had returned.
The moment the cheerful Giel gave Agatha her baby on the exquisite gratitude, the horned mother only press with her arms at his body which he turned his head away gleefully looking at his mother.
"How is your upbringing for our son?" Agatha was curious.
"Finis and I were fine as I noticed! And to be more precise, already skillfully fulfilling my decision to bring up your son was wonderful!" She reiterated. "And for each one, he cried a little as he began to miss you and dipped his diapers a little. And, in fact, I fed him with vegetable porridge, which he actually loved very much. Even so, I lightly put him to sleep, to which he often listened to my nightly song which I was able to sing charity at first. I unanimously noticed that my training was not difficult, it was simple, it was competent and helpful than I thought."
"Thanks for the relief, Mrs. Everglot! You are a good nanny as we stated!" Agatha asked for relief.
After the thanksgiving conviction that Giel invited them to come into the house each time, they silently crossed the right side of the entrance to the dining room to wait for Lord Everglot to come, whom they immediately wanted to thank him for his good position.
"Where is he now, ma'am?" Darryl repeated. "We need to talk to him about your upbringing."
"My husband in the living room, I'll call him now, not for long." Giel asked noticeably. "You, stay here. I'll be back."
Giel fastest left the guests alone, quickly rushing back to the living room to see her husband, who he had lately stopped breathing from his oppression. Suddenly, Giel turned her head to the soft chair that stands above the back of the sun window, the left side here was really intrigued by Lord Everglot who was standing with his back side above her, and he was breathing feverishly with the heavy air from which some of the pain from his inside suffered under which it hinders him for a whole minute. Only, he presses his left hand over the upper leg of the chair, and the right, does not decide what he tremblingly holds on.
"What's wrong, my darling?" She said anxiously. She came closer to him that she wanted to shake with both her hands on his left hand to reassure him when he shuddered for a moment. But on the contrary, he pressed with his right hand his big belly, which had just so unbearably hurt.
"I have a strange premonition." Lord Everglot answered quietly, He was breathing so hard for every tone. "When I found out that my back was hurting again, but I realized that it just hurts only my belly, which I hinted at for misunderstanding."
"You had some brief contractions?" She probably denied it.
"Definitely." He began to lament over the pain, and he flinched a little.
Giel very carefully keeps Lord Finis going to the couch, and they all sat down together again as before with the guests for hours.
"You just have to breathe when we catch a taxi right now, which can take us to the hospital when you suffer." Giel assuredly.
"No. It will go far. We would never have time to manage." He repeated indifferently.
Half a mile away, when Lord Everglot felt when he was wetting his pants, and shocked by the difficulty that it was just splashing water with his dark pants, which all the while shook Lady Everglot as she leapt closer to the upper leg of the couch.
"WHAT IS THAT?!" Finis was horrified by soaking his pants.
"Probably your water broke, my darling." Giel explained anxiously.
He began moaningly mimicking the absorption of pain, squeezing two hands on his stomach.
"It's time?" She wondered logically.
"YES!! I REALLY THINK IT'S TIME!!" Yelling Lord, he quickly settled on the couch to sit on his back, and annoyingly he endured a strong push to get the twins out of his belly.
"Oh no no! Don't give birth on the couch! Better give birth to our bedroom!" Giel said anxiously.
She urgently called the butler and the maid to bring her husband to the bedroom, otherwise it was not too late, and despite the astonishment of the Bulbshorts they were so resolutely standing above the dining room when the three together lifted the embarrassed pregnant Lord quickly upstairs to the second floor. related to the guests that they equally did not notice how it really happened. In any case, they simply did not pay attention to them after the alarming silence, and looked at their baby with ease, as he spoke gibberish in a cheerful tone with his family.
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"AAAARGGHH!! GOOD HEAVENS! I STILL DIDN'T REALIZE THAT THIS WAS THE UNBEARABLE PAIN I HAD SEEN!"
At once, the panicked Lord Finis screamed, which he had just kindled from patience to pushing and other forces, and every time he was lying on the bed with his blanket covered, not on his nightmare about the shadow of his ex-wife three weeks ago. But more significantly, he wore a white sleeveless t-shirt that would be comfortable for him, depending on his old suit. Next to him holding his right hand as he constantly suffered from being pushed, Giel sat there, sitting on the wooden floor at her feet on the bed. Above the closest bedroom door were their domestic partners, Alice and Timothy; they just silently gazed at their masters, who indulged in concern. But even they needed to bring five towels and one hot water that Alice had just brought them, and these towels were brought by Timothy every time.
"Darling, I think we should call the doctor afterwards if you suffer for a minute-" She asked scarcely worried, looking up at her husband with his angry glare at his protruding eyes that began to turn red with unbridled pain.
"I DON'T NEED THIS DAMN DOCTOR!" Lord Everglot yelled at her, Which he annoyedly tapped on the blanket covered by his short legs on the bed, and groaning for intolerance. "I always want to give birth in a bedroom without medical care…!.. I HAVE THE FEELING THAT MY TWINS ARE ALREADY STARTING TO COME OUT OF MY HOLE! nnNNNNNGH DAMN IT!" he panicked again.
"...Who among you can pull our babies out at every second..?.." Giel spoke tensely.
"I'll help you, my majesty." There was a quiet younger low voice.
For the last moment, Timothy came nearer to bed, an eerily lean deer faun, short blue-dark haired curly hair, his fur all red in almost light autumn, and a velvety dark yellow suit and tie. And at once Lord and Lady were astonished at him for the misunderstanding.
"Timothy?" Giel asked confusedly. "I immediately thought you were a master of animal stuffing."
"Heh. On the contrary, I only sew animal stuffer about the help of our Lord whom he just brought dead animals after his hunting." He repeated in a quiet tone. "And more precisely, I was a personal medic. Once upon a time, I studied at a medical institute, and within five years of my escape from the forest of fauns, sometimes my brothers and sisters so shamefully expelled me for blaming modern local manners. For a long study, I always seemed able to have surgery on anatomy for pulling something dangerous things under them, when they unbearably interfere with different organisms. And after graduating from the institute, I finally met this woman that she was pregnant before the start of the contract, I have already managed to pull out the healthiest baby boy since this woman thanked me for my good suggestion, which means this is also my first baby delivery."
"Wow. I didn't know you were a medic during this time." Giel said arrogantly. "Will you help my husband deliver our twins in your second serving that you have helped for a woman in your past times, pleeeease?"
"I obey, my lady." Her butler agreed.
He managed to sit on the soft bed that he actually wanted to approach the worried Lord that he was desperate to breathe quickly. The butler himself dismissed the blanket a little over the top with Lord's knee, which immediately appeared to his fat little feets at the bedside. Immediately, Timothy was staring at the black hole above the blanket in the darkness of the act, rather, the babies were getting out of here when their father started to push. The butler approached his head over Lord Finis's head closer to speak to him.
"My Lord, you need to take a deep breath until you start to push in half a second, but I will immediately be amazed inside the bed when a baby's head comes out." explained Timothy. "Are you ready, sir?"
"I am ready." Lord Finis nodded patiently.
"Breathe as I do." He answered the result. He breathed deeply for two times and exhaled slowly.
And the Lord did so, he still breathed and exhaled twice no more. And all three of them also breathe after each one.
"You're doing great. And now push." Timothy repeated again.
The Lord did, too, he began grunting loudly to push hard for the first time and his face was almost red like beet. Somehow he heard Timothy repeat who had just told him to push again. Near the middle table came away from them was the maid Alice, a griffin girl, she wore dark brown and white shades of dress and her body was light brown golden feathers. She quickly took the white towel, the closer she gave it to Timothy so that he would put a bed tunnel inside that someone hadn't noticed. From which Lord Everglot constantly starts pushing so hard for the third time, and screaming scornfully throughout the house. Suddenly Timothy started to jump out of expectation as he just looked inside the blanket.
"My Lord, I can clearly see the head, it is moving." Timothy spoke curtly.
"nnNNNNGGGRRR!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HOW MUCH IT MOVES VERY PAINFULLY!!" Cried Mr. Everglot. Tears ran down his cheeks from his impatient pushing.
"Come on, my darling. You can do it, I believe you." praised him sincerely Giel. She decided to kiss his head when he could do anything. She noticeably saw that her husband had his skin leaking sweating from heavy pushing.
"Keep pushing, sir!" Timothy exclaimed.
Important doings, in which Lord Everglot made the last push much harder, and screamed very loudly for a moment, forever holding onto him his wife with her crab fingers on his right thick arm.
Suddenly later, his exclamations stopped, otherwise four people heard two babies crying for the first time. Eventually Lord Finis stopped pushing into everything, he quickly tilted his head up to the pillow, and wearily exhaled after his unbearable tensions at the birth of twins. Even Giel was happily cheerful, and smiled generously at everything.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Everglot. You finally have a twin boys!" Timothy humbly retold.
The butler holds on his two arms two baby beasts with covered white towels, visible only to their young heads. The right side on his arm; one twin with left green spot on eye. And the left side on his arm; the second twin with a green mustache under his mouth was almost like his mother's part, and on his upper head was a small green horn. But more to the point, they still cry at once when they were born.
Fortunately, Lord Finis got up from the pillow, but he was still sitting on the bed with a blanket covering his leg, and looked contentedly at his newborn sons, who were to be his heirs; he began to squint his eyes with astonishment, his incomparable satisfaction and anticipation flared up, something inside him began to ramble his admiration and cheerfulness, smiled slightly more resolutely than his crooked smile on his right side because of his frown. He was still immediately happy, for the appreciation of the best guarantee, he finally managed to serve from the position of his family budget for the combination of family line, depending on the receipt of a new heir, despite his daughter, which he didn't really appreciate about her because of her face like an otter in disgrace and the breakdown of her family ties, but he honestly would not force her to insult her from his disrespectful pernicious decision, and in fact knew that it was unpleasant to offend his child instead of rudeness.
As a result, since he tilts his head to the side to see his educated wife with a cheerful expression, but also smiling always as she appreciated and was proud of him for doing so, he instantly smiled than at once, all two couples looked at each other for more grateful temptation by entrusting their family society. Basically, they both blushed on their cheeks. And they began to kiss quickly on the lips.
After their butler had brought to his masters two twins at an easy distance. Giel holds the first twin on her left human and right gorilla arm, and Lord carefully holds with his thick hands on the second twin. They looked at their babies gratefully for their gratitude, and looked differently at the first twin he had a very familiar face; it is reminiscent of Lord Finis' former wife, Maudeline, it was a long time ago when she appeared in his nightmare in her shadow form which tried to kill him from her frustration so that she could pull his dragon eggs from his belly…. But all this only tormented him by an imaginary nightmare which disappeared due to his procrastination, but it is better for him not to mention this which his new wife had confirmed to him ten times. Suddenly Timothy approached them, often sitting on their beds.
"What did you propose to call your sons, my Lord and Lady?" Butler replied.
"Maybe.. Phillips. Phillips Jonathan Everglot." Giel persuaded. She looked at the first twin with the left green spots on his eyes.
"And on me, Phineas. Phineas Augustus Everglot. His second name belonged to my great-grandfather Augustus in his honor." Mr. Everglot replied, he looked at the second twin with a green mustache and a small one horns on his head.
That's how Phillips and Phineas were born, every time. Their parents all commitments will start raising them for a good decision after training from convincing their backers. And from then on, half-human half-dragon creatures will practically begin to have one year old by the next one year.
The End.
A/N: It all twisted outwards, I still basically write all four chapters of my fanfiction AU novel "Social Expectations" that I once published on another site in last year. This is an epilogue, from a separate fanfic "Past Life Has Already Come Down" that began with the sons of Giel and Lord Finis, Phineas and Phillips unexpectedly born during the nine months of their birth when they were in their father's stomach who intentionally swallowed them.