Part 2
She should have known she was making a dreadful mistake. Galaxia hadn't even thought of that. Now, alone in her ostentatious mansion, she was having second thoughts. With the impending millennium battle, she was now certain it would be imperative to bring her daughter home.
Galaxia wandered around the expensively decorated large rooms of the ground floor, designer furniture mixed with ancient antiques. It was all very well having endless money and a large home and being the last existing dragon (as far as she was aware) but what was the point, when she had no one to share her fortune with?
Other Night People weren't supposed to know she existed. She sighed, wandering out into the patio, staring at the large pool, lit by bright yellow lights built into the wall under the water.
A starless night blacked out the sky, thick clouds hung in the wall with the smell of an incoming storm.
Part of Galaxia's wealth had been accumulated by the fact she was supposed to stay hidden, to keep her identity a secret. Galaxia had had enough of hiding. Her daughter was the last tie she had to this modern world. The girl's father had mysteriously 'disappeared' shortly after the birth.
"Ma'am?" Her musings were interrupted by the voice of her maid, Tianette, a pretty French girl.
"What?"
"Monsieur Gateway has arrived. He is in the bar enjoying a martini."
Galaxia wandered back through the mansion, pausing in front of an enormous gold framed mirror, hanging on the wall. "Do I look okay?" she asked.
She was depressed in a white Prada jacket with black pinstripes and a maroon skirt, her feet were bare, her toes manicured, polished a dark pink. Her honey blonde hair fell to her hair in natural curls.
"You look fabulous," Tianette answered, smiling.
Galaxia nodded. She knew she could count on Tianette to tell her the truth about her appearance. If she looked terrible, Tianette would never let her out her room.
Julius Gateway sat at the bar in her private cocktail room, dressed rather sloppily in a black t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. His hair was a shade somewhere between brown and blond, cropped close to his head. A cigarette was in one hand, a martini glass in the other. He was probably no older than twenty.
"You're the man from the Council?"
"Yes," he said, eyeing her back. He spoke with a British accent. "You asked for a reliable council agent who could find your lost daughter., This is what I have so far." He snuffed out the cigarette in a glass ash tray on the bar and swigged the last of his drink, handing her a manila folder.
Galaxia felt her breath catch in her throat. She opened the folder and looked at the picture staring back of her. Her daughter had an oval shaped face, and skin that looked as smooth as porcelain. Her eyes were a startling amber, her hair raven black, like her father's had been. "Bring Allegra back to me," she whispered.
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She should have known she was making a dreadful mistake. Galaxia hadn't even thought of that. Now, alone in her ostentatious mansion, she was having second thoughts. With the impending millennium battle, she was now certain it would be imperative to bring her daughter home.
Galaxia wandered around the expensively decorated large rooms of the ground floor, designer furniture mixed with ancient antiques. It was all very well having endless money and a large home and being the last existing dragon (as far as she was aware) but what was the point, when she had no one to share her fortune with?
Other Night People weren't supposed to know she existed. She sighed, wandering out into the patio, staring at the large pool, lit by bright yellow lights built into the wall under the water.
A starless night blacked out the sky, thick clouds hung in the wall with the smell of an incoming storm.
Part of Galaxia's wealth had been accumulated by the fact she was supposed to stay hidden, to keep her identity a secret. Galaxia had had enough of hiding. Her daughter was the last tie she had to this modern world. The girl's father had mysteriously 'disappeared' shortly after the birth.
"Ma'am?" Her musings were interrupted by the voice of her maid, Tianette, a pretty French girl.
"What?"
"Monsieur Gateway has arrived. He is in the bar enjoying a martini."
Galaxia wandered back through the mansion, pausing in front of an enormous gold framed mirror, hanging on the wall. "Do I look okay?" she asked.
She was depressed in a white Prada jacket with black pinstripes and a maroon skirt, her feet were bare, her toes manicured, polished a dark pink. Her honey blonde hair fell to her hair in natural curls.
"You look fabulous," Tianette answered, smiling.
Galaxia nodded. She knew she could count on Tianette to tell her the truth about her appearance. If she looked terrible, Tianette would never let her out her room.
Julius Gateway sat at the bar in her private cocktail room, dressed rather sloppily in a black t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. His hair was a shade somewhere between brown and blond, cropped close to his head. A cigarette was in one hand, a martini glass in the other. He was probably no older than twenty.
"You're the man from the Council?"
"Yes," he said, eyeing her back. He spoke with a British accent. "You asked for a reliable council agent who could find your lost daughter., This is what I have so far." He snuffed out the cigarette in a glass ash tray on the bar and swigged the last of his drink, handing her a manila folder.
Galaxia felt her breath catch in her throat. She opened the folder and looked at the picture staring back of her. Her daughter had an oval shaped face, and skin that looked as smooth as porcelain. Her eyes were a startling amber, her hair raven black, like her father's had been. "Bring Allegra back to me," she whispered.
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