Wheeee! I am back yet again! Wahaha! Oh, and Amile will never stop calling Erik 'daddy'. It's just an Amile trait I guess. And yes, as many have predicted, Amile is getting older and Christine is going to step in some more, until, oh, you know... And I do like Christine, but this is Amile here, and there is some Christine-hating here from a certain cute blind girl. Oh yeah, there is a certain terrible sounding diva in this one. Muahahaha!

Chapter 7: Audron

Every night now seemed to be on the same schedule for Amile. Erik goes to Christine, play organ, lay on bed, wait, Erik comes back, sleep. She had turned eleven and Erik was always ranting about Christine's vocal development. Usually when she tried a conversation, it consisted of 'Have you heard Christine lately? She's beginning to sound like an angel!' Then he would go on and on until she just left to go run around the opera house for awhile. She still went to Box Five with him all the time, but sometimes it got boring because he would just watch Christine dance all the time.

Luckily, Amile still had Meg. They always played together. But as fate would have it, Meg's other best friend was Christine. Amile had never actually met Christine, but she had heard her and had learned the sound of her walking. Sometimes she would force Meg to shut up if she started talking about playing with Christine. Nevertheless, Meg taught Amile how to dance and Amile taught Meg to play the piano in exchange. It was fun for both of them. But soon, the fun would wane until its end.

One night, she went up to see Meg, to see if she wanted to dance or something. She cautiously went upstairs to the dormatories. She knew the ballerinas were out on stage, having a practice and Meg didn't go because she got private lessons from her mother. "Meg?" Amile whispered. Meg stood up abruptly. "Amile? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Meg gave a delighted squeal that only a ten year old could produce. She ran up and hugged Amile. "Mama just gave me my lessons so I'm kinda bored anyway. What do you want to do?" Amile peeled Meg off of her and shrugged. "I don't know really, want to go to the lair and play on my daddy's organ?" Meg nodded furiously. Even with Amile being blind, Meg trusted her friend whole-heartedly to lead her around.

When the two were in the hallway where the dressing room mirror was when Amile's ears picked up a familiar sound. Christine was approaching. Amile had devised this whole duck-out-of-the-way plan. She pranced away into a room across from the dressing room. Christine approached Meg and hugged the small girl. Her dark hair pulled back in a braid and her eyes twinkling. "Meg! I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the cafe with me and Madame Renaud right now. Do you want to?" As if Meg had forgotten totally about the girl in the other room, she agreed. It was a stab in the heart to Amile. She heard the whole ordeal and closed her eyes tightly, restraining the tears. As soon as she was sure that Christine and Meg had left, she launched herself from one room to the next and slipped behind the mirror.

As soon as she was in the lair, she jumped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, with no aim whatsoever as usual. She heard Erik come in. He was unusually happy. And you can only guess why. "My God, I am practically raising an angel! You should have heard Christine today! She is so angelic in her voice now. And she calls me the 'Angel of Music'! She might be replacing me soon!" Amile clenched her fist and stood up angrily. She marched back upstairs, ignoring her father's tale of his success of the day.

Tears were streaking down her cheeks as she naturally dodged everyone and made it up into the rafters, climbing to the highest one with ease. She pulled her knees up to her chest. She could hear the pigeons cooing above her. They always got in somehow. She sniffed quietly. Then she heard the flapping of wings and something landed on her shoulder. It shuffled a little bit and cooed. She reached up and pet it. It cooed again and pushed its head against her finger. She smiled at the little pigeon's actions. She pet it some more until it flapped down onto her lap. She pet it gently and it flapped its wings happily. She smiled and stroked under its beak.

"You're just like me, aren't you? You're all alone and they don't care much about you."

It just cooed in some sort of agreement. She smiled sadly. "I'm going to call you Audron. I'll come up here everyday and visit you. I promise." He flew away and she smiled. She felt much better now. She stood up and stretched before going down to the lair again. A smile played on her lips for the first time in weeks.

Uhhh, Audron is named after Janos Audron in Legacy of Kain cuz he's cool and gives you his heart a lot in Blood Omen 1. Yay!