Chapter Four
Lilly thought back. Back at the orphanage they used to lock her in the closet if she disobeyed or did anything really. The clothes were donated to the orphanage. The only clothes she basically had.
How she escaped? Easy. She noticed a small window in the closet that she could easily slip through if she opened it as wide as she could. So she packed her stuff (very little) and made sure she got into trouble. She got thrown into the closet and that was that. She slipped through and ran as far as she could. To Edward.
''So...Edward, what are you into?'' She asked while they sat up in the attic, looking at the newspaper clippings,
''...Gardening, cutting hair....reading.'' Edward said slowly while he thought about the books downstairs. His father used to read to him, he loved reading the fairy tales by himself though. His father never used the right voice or did it with passion.
''Oh, what do you like to read then?'' Lilly smiled at him,
''Fairy tales and newspapers mostly. Sometimes poetry and sometimes history.'' Edward said, looking at his newspaper clippings. He had read them many time, some of them he knew mostly off by heart.
''Fairy tales? I like them too, I like....Peter Pan and....Jungle book.'' Lilly nodded looking down, she had read them once, at the home, donations. She only got to read them once, then they little kids got hold of them and ruined them.
''Beauty and The Beast.'' Edward said, thinking back to the time he had heard it....
-Flash Back-
''Is that story true?'' Edward asked staring at the red leather book that the Inventor had just read to him,
''No, Edward, it's a fairy tale. You have to learn the difference between Reality and fantasy.'' The Inventor smiled, putting the book down.
''But there is magic isn't there?'' Edward asked, his black eyes staring blankly at him,
''You should be asking ''What kind of magic is there?''. For instance, the rising of the sun over the mountains is magic to some. To me my machines beginning to work. To you the roses and other flowers coming to life. And to others....Love. Love is magic.''
Of course, Edward didn't understand how any of these where magic. It was just the way the world went round. He didn't mean that kind of magic either. He meant black magic, and true loves kiss to break the spell. There was black magic....death. And being....incomplete.
-end of Flash back-
''Do you believe the stories?'' Edward asked her,
''It depends. I believe there is a meaning behind every story and that there is some kind of magic.'' Lilly smiled.
A loud creak was heard and they both looked up....the roof was caving in....
TBC