There is an author's note at the bottom. Standard disclaimer applies.
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!!!
-Rainbow
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Corsair watched Alex carefully as she started to get up and move around.
Every ten seconds he was ready to stand up and try to help, which only got
him glares of annoyance. "Really Uncle, I'm fine." Alex sighed and rolled
her eyes when still he did not budge from the room. "I still need to take
and bath and get dressed...or do you want me looking like I just woke up?"
Corsair didn't even smile. His eyes were dark and gloomy looking, "I'm not
leaving your side."
Alex grumbled and through a pillow at him which stopped in mid air and
flew right back at her. Only by ducking quickly did she manage to get hit
in the face but the pillow changed direction and hit her in the butt.
Glaring at Corsair she saw only the faintest flicker of a smile dab across
his fine features. Blinking she looked closer, lines seemed to be embedded
into his face...lines she was sure hadn't been there before. Now he held a
look of authority one that could only come by the turning of the clock
which holds all time.
"You got old."
Corsair raised an eyebrow at his niece's broad and bold statement, "You
grew up as well."
Alex shook her head, "That's not what I mean. I mean you physically look
older."
Corsair sighed and held his arms out to her, "Come here."
Alex just looked at him a second and then like a small child she ran into
his embrace, settling herself onto his lap. Feet drawn up on the chair's
armrest. "Yes?"
"Do you remember the way your grandfather looked when you were younger? I
mean more then a couple years before his death?"
Alex shrugged and leaned against Corsair's broad chest, her hair draping
down his back when she placed her head on his shoulder. "Somewhat, why?"
"Now picture him then and then what he looked like the last time you saw
him before his death. Tell me the difference you see." He waited and looked
down to Alex's face, one that would hold the look of youth for at least 500
years. Before time starts to catch up to the Fae and they begin to show age
and show that they don't have the same control of their magic.
He held his hand to the arm rests, stifling the urge to want to stroke her
hair. How many times had he held her like this? Watching her sleep while
her Mother worked three jobs to support her husband's drinking and gambling
habits. She probably never even knew when he was around, Elia and he had
traded off through the years. Always coming after she was asleep, always
protecting her without her knowing.
"Uncle, why can't I see him? Why lately can I only see pain when I look
into my mind." Indeed Alex's face was tight and tears were beginning to
fall. With only a small gasp did she push her face into Corsair's neck, her
side begining to hurt with a dull ache.
Corsair tried to answer her but suddenly he felt a strong pull of magic.
Vaguely he could hear outraged shouts coming from various parts of the
castle...'One more thing to train.' His last thought seemed tobecome
eteched in his mind as Alexandria's strong and badly unused magic began to
drag many through a horrid sea of memories. All of them becoming focused on
one point...the turning point of when a small child died and a doll was put
in it's place.
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(Author Note: The second part of this chapter is violent and depicts a
scene of very violent child abuse. If you do not wish to read that chapter
I have included the end of that chapter at the end of this one. I can NOT
be held responsible for what people think of me if they go against better
judgement and read the next chapter. Flamz will be left on the review board
if someone wishs to post one...after all that is what the reviewer feels.
But upon saying that...only flamz that are constructed with some thought
will be left. Those who give no real oppion will be read and petitioned to
be deleated. And now without further ado here is the end of the very long
Chapter 27.)
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Elia stood at the doorway and watched her young neice relive horrible
memories. Everyone who even had an inkling of magic in the Labyrinth was
also seeing and living the memory as if it were their own. Never let it be
said that Alexandria had no power...for only one type of Fae could let all
see the horrible truth the heart sometimes held. A tear slid down her cheek
as she watched in minds eyes the small broken young girl cling to her
stuffed owl. Denial already working it's way into her eyes. The screams
that echoed off the walls of her room seemed not to phase her, then a
shout, a wish, and in a blink the girl was gone. Wisked away by a powerful
king whose own soul cried a bitter and lonely song.
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!!!
-Rainbow
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Corsair watched Alex carefully as she started to get up and move around.
Every ten seconds he was ready to stand up and try to help, which only got
him glares of annoyance. "Really Uncle, I'm fine." Alex sighed and rolled
her eyes when still he did not budge from the room. "I still need to take
and bath and get dressed...or do you want me looking like I just woke up?"
Corsair didn't even smile. His eyes were dark and gloomy looking, "I'm not
leaving your side."
Alex grumbled and through a pillow at him which stopped in mid air and
flew right back at her. Only by ducking quickly did she manage to get hit
in the face but the pillow changed direction and hit her in the butt.
Glaring at Corsair she saw only the faintest flicker of a smile dab across
his fine features. Blinking she looked closer, lines seemed to be embedded
into his face...lines she was sure hadn't been there before. Now he held a
look of authority one that could only come by the turning of the clock
which holds all time.
"You got old."
Corsair raised an eyebrow at his niece's broad and bold statement, "You
grew up as well."
Alex shook her head, "That's not what I mean. I mean you physically look
older."
Corsair sighed and held his arms out to her, "Come here."
Alex just looked at him a second and then like a small child she ran into
his embrace, settling herself onto his lap. Feet drawn up on the chair's
armrest. "Yes?"
"Do you remember the way your grandfather looked when you were younger? I
mean more then a couple years before his death?"
Alex shrugged and leaned against Corsair's broad chest, her hair draping
down his back when she placed her head on his shoulder. "Somewhat, why?"
"Now picture him then and then what he looked like the last time you saw
him before his death. Tell me the difference you see." He waited and looked
down to Alex's face, one that would hold the look of youth for at least 500
years. Before time starts to catch up to the Fae and they begin to show age
and show that they don't have the same control of their magic.
He held his hand to the arm rests, stifling the urge to want to stroke her
hair. How many times had he held her like this? Watching her sleep while
her Mother worked three jobs to support her husband's drinking and gambling
habits. She probably never even knew when he was around, Elia and he had
traded off through the years. Always coming after she was asleep, always
protecting her without her knowing.
"Uncle, why can't I see him? Why lately can I only see pain when I look
into my mind." Indeed Alex's face was tight and tears were beginning to
fall. With only a small gasp did she push her face into Corsair's neck, her
side begining to hurt with a dull ache.
Corsair tried to answer her but suddenly he felt a strong pull of magic.
Vaguely he could hear outraged shouts coming from various parts of the
castle...'One more thing to train.' His last thought seemed tobecome
eteched in his mind as Alexandria's strong and badly unused magic began to
drag many through a horrid sea of memories. All of them becoming focused on
one point...the turning point of when a small child died and a doll was put
in it's place.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Author Note: The second part of this chapter is violent and depicts a
scene of very violent child abuse. If you do not wish to read that chapter
I have included the end of that chapter at the end of this one. I can NOT
be held responsible for what people think of me if they go against better
judgement and read the next chapter. Flamz will be left on the review board
if someone wishs to post one...after all that is what the reviewer feels.
But upon saying that...only flamz that are constructed with some thought
will be left. Those who give no real oppion will be read and petitioned to
be deleated. And now without further ado here is the end of the very long
Chapter 27.)
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Elia stood at the doorway and watched her young neice relive horrible
memories. Everyone who even had an inkling of magic in the Labyrinth was
also seeing and living the memory as if it were their own. Never let it be
said that Alexandria had no power...for only one type of Fae could let all
see the horrible truth the heart sometimes held. A tear slid down her cheek
as she watched in minds eyes the small broken young girl cling to her
stuffed owl. Denial already working it's way into her eyes. The screams
that echoed off the walls of her room seemed not to phase her, then a
shout, a wish, and in a blink the girl was gone. Wisked away by a powerful
king whose own soul cried a bitter and lonely song.