Creedy strolled along at dusk with B trailing him.
"Right lad, time we got ourselves in and got us some working man's dinner, ehy?"
Creedy had got used to talking to himself all day, he knew the child could hear him well enough. "I'll bet it's rice again, and I'll have some of my own specially brewed substance, then I'll hit my bed."
Creedy noticed B wasn't at his side, turning around he saw the boy had stopped and was staring out over the castle fences to the setting sun. Creedy walked over and sat beside him.
B turned and sat down a few inches away from Creedy. Then he changed his mind and leaned in, leaning against his chest he pulled Creedy into a hug.
Creedy sat, holding this little boy watching the sun go down. He could feel a tiny heartbeat against his own and hugged him tighter.
"My Daddy isn't coming back is he?"
Creedy stayed completely still, amazed that the boy had such a strong voice, yet such a tiny body. "Has he gone to mummy? With the angels?"
Creedy had never been particularly religious, but a simple lie could help this child.
"Your mother is surely an angel now boy, and your father will be at her side, watching you."
"Dragons have wings, are dragons like bad angels?"
"I suppose you could go with that yeah, Anyway, little B shall we go inside?"
B had gone very quiet again, Creedy lifted him off the floor and walked with him in his arms. "It'll be alright B, I'll look after you."
B smiled, "And I will look after Rosie for you."
Creedy laughed. "Yeah you keep your eye on that madam for me, you can be my little partner in crime."

After supper Creedy and Quinn were in the corridor preparing their piece for the kids, when Rosie appeared with A and B at her side.
"Was he OK for you today Dave?"
"Sure, he was fine." Creedy battled within whether to tell her B had spoken but he didn't want to betray the boy's confidence. It was clear the boy had a lot of questions, he hadn't spoken a word since they entered the castle. Looking down at him now, his eyes pleaded for silence.
"We moved rocks, threw rocks, dropped rocks, it was a grand day."
Rosie smiled, "Why don't you two go and get a seat with the other children?"
A and B ran off hand in hand, Quinn followed and set up the stage.
"So..." Rosie leaned against the wall beside Creedy. "What treat am I in store for?".
Creedy's eyes twinkled. Quinn's voice boomed over the children as he began his speech about a galaxy far, far away.
"You want a treat from Creedy, ehy lass?" Without warning he leant down and kissed Rosie on the lips, then ran onto the stage to take his role as Luke Skywalker.
"I saw that." Ma's voice appeared next to Rosie.
"I didn't expect that... he.." Rosie was lost for words, her heart was racing. "He shouldn't have done that, and I shall give him a piece of my mind after his performance."
Ma laughed. "I bet you will. Right shall we get a seat?"
As Rosie watched Creedy being trained to use a light sabre, she looked around the children. Star Wars was nothing new to her, but to these it was a new fantasy. These poor children born into a world ruled by dragons had no knowledge of how great mankind once was. Would they ever?
Suddenly B held her hand tight and smiled at her, she pulled him into a hug and watched Creedy play the fool for the children's sake.
"Creedy likes you. You should like him too."
Rosie stared speechless for the second time that night at B in her arms; he was staring at Creedy with admiration.

After Creedy and Quinn had taken a bow, they blatantly lied about being the creators of Star Wars. Rosie observed the children sit on their knees. The laughter had left the room.

What do we do when we are awake?
Keep two eyes on the sky.
What do we do when we sleep?
Keep one eye on the sky.
What do we do when we see them?
Dig hard, dig deep, go for shelter, and never look back.

Rosie had tears in her eyes, this was the life these children had to live with. With one prayer created by Creedy he was preparing them for the years ahead. Suddenly she felt suffocated and ran out of the room, not even looking behind her.
Once outside she breathed heavy and openly wept.
Crying for the unfairness of the situation she was stuck in, crying for her recently dead parents, her dear grandmother. She wept for her brother and his friends who used to tease her and pull her hair. She cried for Ireland, its once beautiful land that was scorched until it was unrecognisable, causing her to flee.
She cried so much she wasn't able to control her breathing until it was just hiccups and gulps of air, she lay on the cold uncomforting rock of the castle and stared to the skies.

Creedy hadn't noticed Rosie leave, but did find two hysterical twins weeping, thinking they had been left again. Creedy stared down at them, they were silent tears on the children's faces. Anger coursed though him. "Come now kids, how am I supposed to call you brats and avoid you if you never make a sound?"
B ran to him and hugged his leg. "She's gone, Creedy."
Taking example from her brother A did the same. Creedy smiled and began to walk, easily carrying the two twins around with him, as they clung to his legs.
"Well my little devils", Creedy's Irish accent wasn't perfect but he saw B smiling, "We shall just have to find our unruly nanny won't we? Where can she be? I know she wouldn't have gone far without you two cherubs! So .." Creedy then caught Ma's face as she walked toward them, looking solemn.
"Kids, Rosie has gone to have a wash before her bed, she's asked me to put you to bed. Will you come with your Ma now?"
Both twins shook their heads and gripped onto Creedy's legs, pinching him unintentionally.
"Argh hey, no pinching alright - how about me and Ma take you to bed, hey?"
The twins didn't really have a choice as Creedy began to stride toward the stairs with a twin on each leg.
"Why, I'll have to get me some of these twin things Ma, muscle builders they are, my legs will be like a superhero's this time next week. Not that they aren't superhero's legs of course, they must be as they are attached to myself."
Quinn heard this and shouted something about Creedy having chicken legs. Shocked Creedy stopped and turned around lugging the twins with him.
"You, good sir, are a villain." Creedy was pointing to Quinn, to the amusement of all the children headed to their beds.
"As a superhero I shall silence your mouth over a game of cards, a serious game as well this time - we'll bet our hero outfits!"
Quinn laughed, "I haven't seen you in your tights for a while, but fine. I pick the game."
"See that kids?" Creedy addressed the twins, "Now he will pick a really hard game now." Creedy swung his legs back around and heaved himself to the stairs. "And no doubt he will cheat, and your poor uncle Creedy will lose his PVC superhero outfit. A villain through and through."
Ma heard both twins laughing, which was a heart-warming sound. Creedy's voice was still booming round the corridors as he shouted Ma was feeding these kids far too much.