A.N Quite a short chapter this but it's just a little continuation on.
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Part II – Fading notes
"Over in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun,
Lived an old mother frog and her little froggie one
'Croak!" said the mother; 'I croak' said the one,
So they croaked and they croaked in the sand, in the sun
Over in the meadow, in the stream so blue,
Lived an old mother fish and her little fishies two
'Swim!' said the mother; 'We swim' said the two
So they swam and they swam in the stream so blue
Over in the meadow, on a branch of the tree,
Lived an old mother bird and her little birdies three
'Sing!' said the mother; 'We sign' said the three
So they sang and they sang on a branch of the tree"
Rydal Kyran smiled slightly as Philadelphia's sweet voice passed through him like a gentle kiss from an angel. She had one of the sweetest voices that he had heard for a very long time and to think that this might be one of the last times anyone would hear it was beyond any stretch of the imagination.
He had hoped to send a message telepathically to the Tracy family but it was proving to be very hard and complicated. No doubt some trick of James to make him unleash his full potential.
But Kyran would not risk that happening now, he had a young child to protect and he would do so until he drew his last breath.
"Why have you stopped singing?" he asked her as he pried open his eyes.
The girl looked down at the floor, tears creeping down the side of her face, "There's no more to sing...I want to go home"
Kyran's heartstrings pulled tightly inside his chest as he looked towards the girl, how could one who was so strong be reduced to a tiny terrified child without hardly an action against her?
But then again she was eight and not yet that strong, Kyran knew he could see the future and he also knew that the figure there was this girl but how the two connect was a mystery to him, "I'll make sure you get home, Philadelphia" the words were meant and totally true.
"Really?"
"Yes, I promise you right now, right here. I will get you home to your family" Kyran's voice was determined and even now plans were starting to form.
Phil looked at him, fresh tears in her eyes and quite unexpectedly she flung her arms around his neck and held tightly onto him, "Thank you Mr. Kyran" came a muffled voice from the bottom of his chest.
"Phil don't call me Mr, call me Uncle" Kyran had no idea why he said that but it felt right for the situation.
"Uncle?" Phil's green eyes locked onto his and a faint smile crossed her lips, "Uncle Kyran thank you"
Kyran smiled, "Just Uncle for the time being...when we get out of this I don't know how your mother and brothers will react to this"
"Why?" asked the inquisitive eight-year-old.
"Cause to them I'm know as the..." suddenly his head turned as the sound of the door unlocking echoed loudly in the room.
The menacing figure of James appeared with a phone and a gun, which he pointed at Phil, "Call your mother" he instructed.
Phil stood there, terrified and unsure as to what to do.
James cocked the gun back, "Call your mother or you die"
"I would rather die than do something for you, I won't do it!"
"PHIL!" shouted Kyran as the echo of the bullet firing resounded around the room.
A.N Have I been horrible and killed Phil? Maybe, maybe not.
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