IM SORRY!Gomen nasai I'm so sorry for the delay on this chapter…..STUPID SCHOOL WITH THEIR STUPID HOMEWORK cough ….i wanted to do much more on this one for such a long absence but I cant believe I didn't just post this one sooner….. sweat drop im sorry but hopefully this half of the year will go easier on me so I can work faster, better and easier on this fanfic….for I have many plans instore for this one chuckles darkly oh yes many…cough ANYWAY

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Part Four

It was around the afternoon when Robert descended for home. Although he thought it was odd, he picked up the bird food and rats as requested. Entering the kitchen side door, paper bag in hand, he awkwardly placed the car keys to the white tile surface.

"Sarah!" he cried rummaging within the bag to pull a carton of milk from its bindings, he cringed as he accidentally pushed the box of grey mice he picked up from the pet store his heart ached as he heard them scratch against their prison, scared and tantalized in their erratic surroundings trying desperately to free themselves for they dreaded what was to become. He quickly put the milk away paying close attention to the noise of the suction as the door was slowly swung open then closed. Soon after dark eyed Sarah came peeking around the kitchen egress. He sheepishly smiled towards her knowing all to well she was angry with him again.

"Yes Robert dear," she said with an illegible expression upon her face, yet her tight clenched jaw gave her away.

"The um… milk ran out so I picked up a new cart," he said helplessly trying to compensate for what ever he had done now. She pointed towards the living room and said with as most calm in her voice as she possibly could told him to go sit on the couch, for they were about to have a little chat about responsibility. Suddenly Mr. Green felt as though he shrunk half his size, and like a child that new was about to be scolded walked past his wife and through the door with his shoulders slouched and his head bowed.

Once Mr. Green was a safe distance from his wife he began to hesitantly ask what she wished to discuss. Her face was dangerously calm as she sat on a warn lounge chair in front of her husband. She hovered just at the edge of her seat with one hand curling a couple of loose strands behind her ear and her back side as stiff as a board. Lines of weariness were apparent in her face as she lost all frustration and with a fatigued sigh she slipped farther into the dark leathered seat resting her head against the flipside of the very comfortable seating arrangement. After a long pain staking silence of fidgeting in his cushion and a couple of quick glances towards his watch, Robert began to speak, guilt lacing every word, "Now I know what your thinking Sarah but Elizabeth is a big girl you know I'm going to make it up to her," an eye opened from across the room at this, Mrs. Williams currently sat with a hand strewn out upon her forehead and her eyes closed tightly shut at the appearance of a head ache that had materialized in an amount of minutes. She frowned towards her spouse and watched as he sighed also falling loosely back into the padding.

"Do you know what happened when you left the hospital, Robert Artemis Green?" He frowned and shook his head no, "Harold ended up having to call the house for my assistance on the account of our daughter was in hysterics as soon as they told her they had to put her to sleep to perform the aligning of her ankle." A displeased appearance graced Sarah's lovely face, "Robert she was crying out our names as she fought the doctors to try and leave the operating room. By the time I asked Sally Parkinson the neighbor's daughter to come and baby sit the boys for an hour or so and drove like a crazy person all the way to Crest, she had already burst into tears and refused to talk to anyone. " Sarah was standing now with one hand to her fore head and the other fell into a tight knot to her side, "and what do you have to say to that Robert because frankly I'm tired of all this!"

"I'm sorry love I- she said- she gave me permission to leave I told her I'd make it up to her." Sarah had both hands on her hips now.

"And you ask her permission when clearly you are the adult and not her. And don't you just sit there and act as if you've done nothing! "

Robert scratched his head in frustration as he sat taking in his wife's words, although he hated the thought she was right as usual. He sighed more heavily this time, coming to the conclusion that he should make amends with both his daughter and his wife, he stood, and with just a few steps of his long legs he was in front of his tired wife, she looked up in slight surprise as he bent down to give her a light feathered kiss upon the lips while he wrapped his arms around her waist, she smiled sum what responding to his arms by wrapping hers around his neck, "I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead lightly against hers until their noses touched and their eyes locked, all worry and anger immediately left from her eyes as they stood swaying slightly.

" You always new how to end an argument," Sarah said chuckling softly as she was returned with a warm but proud smirk from her companion., "but unfortunately our daughter wont be wooed as easily… or in the same manner," Robert laughed at this while giving his wife another quick kiss before breaking their moment

" I'm assuming she's locked away up in her tower?" he slipped his left hand into a pocket while crossing the room towards the kitchen, his other frozen on the door as he waited for the reply from his wife. She smiled sadly and nodded, though she did not know why her husband was going in the direction of the kitchen and not the other way towards the stair case leading up towards the bed rooms, she supposed he probably rigged up a peace offering for the fiery teenager.

Elizabeth slide the old vent closed with a flick of its knob. With as much strength as she could possibly muster she began to make across the room towards her bed with one cased leg caressed atop the other completely mobile limb, she scurried along the floor with only three means of transportation. She had heard the whole conversation before her, down and through the air shaft, where the living room was visibly displayed and although she was quite embarrassed that her mother had recreated the whole days worth of action with an over reacting touch, she seemed to hit a soft spot in her father that was rare and she was glade they had a moment of silence for they didn't come often.

She slipped into the cool covers with a sigh of relief as she care fully brought her splintered foot along with. Cushioning it with much needed pillows, she laid her head upon her pillow just in time to hear her father tap lightly against the doors frame.

A yelp was sounded in the room which brought her father tearing through the door to find Elizabeth sprawled upon the ground hugged and gagged in her bed sheets. One hand grasping for a large warn book and the other curled under her body frame. She smiled sheepishly up at him, "yeah," she said with slight pain in her voice which brought her fathers guilt even lower to the ground. She had been rushing to grab a book which lay beneath her bed springs. Evidently she began to tip farther down as she reached for the pamphlet and twisted her bad leg trying to balance her self again, of course to no avail and came crashing towards the thankfully padded flooring.

Robert drew his brows together in concern as he hastily grabbed from under her arms to pull her safely up, he was rewarded with another yelp and two hands pushing him away.

"Dad stop it you're hurting me," Elizabeth drew forwards rubbing gingerly at the cast leg.

"Sorry love," he said nimbly, letting go and sat with a defeated sigh, "I guess I cant do anything right when it concerns you….." he watched with an open mind and a heavy heart as Elizabeth painstakingly crawled to her footing and wobbly sat down besides him, tilting slightly in the sunken mattress.

Many minutes passed as both father and daughter were lost for words.

"I should not have-"Robert began

"I told you to," Elizabeth cut him off looking up to him with a lop sided smile. A smile every father knew had a hidden meaning behind. She had been scared. Robert sighed once again that day pulling his daughter attentively into his arms and watched as a couple of salted tears ran down her nose and into her mane of almond tresses. She held onto his shirt wrinkling and staining it with her pearls of rain. Though he did not mind he was more worried of her well being and noticing on how pale her face seemed to be.

"I'm sorry love there's no excuses for how I acted, how can I make it up to you?"

Elizabeth smiled sadly at him, "Dad you always say that."

"I do don't I?" Robert watched his daughter node. He frowned glancing out the lacy curtained window watching the tint of blue which painted the sky slowly start to darken, it had been another hectic day in the Williams and Green residence and Mr. Robert A. Green was thoroughly exhausted.

Once forgivings were said, grudges were hugged away and tears were wiped clean, Robert gathered his drowsy child within his arms and slipped her within the confining of her downy covers hugging her frame snuggly and welcomingly. Elizabeth immediately sunk her head into the feather pillow, breathing in the slight sent of her mother's favorite perfume. Remembering of past times when Sarah would come home from a Friday night dinner date with her husband, to hear the cry of her young one as she past the infant's room on the way towards her own. Swiftly padding her way back down the hall, her high heels kicked off and forgotten she would slip between the covers of her daughter's bed and let the sleepless child snuggle close to her absent mother.

"Have you gone away mommy," Elizabeth could recall saying every time her mother would leave, "Have you gone off to the far away castle again with daddy to have tea."

Her mother would smile lovingly down as usual and reply just the same, "yes and we had a lovely time."

"What was it like mommy?"

"That's a story for another time dear," she would place a rosy lipstick kiss to her cheek, "how did you far with Toby babe; I hope you haven't done him too much harm?"

Elizabeth would giggle at this and cover her face with her chubby little hands, Sarah would smile even more knowing that Elizabeth adored her uncle and would do anything to appease him.

"Uncle Toby tried to make me a cheesy melted sandwich mommy," she giggled even harder burying her face into the dark fabrics of her mothers dress, "he made the ceiling blink and big noises go off. Smoke was everywhere mommy."

"Well he was never good at cooking, you should have known better than to let him near that stove," her mother teased her tickling her sides to make her cry out with joy.

They would lay a while, Elizabeth curled up into a ball nestled to her mothers bosom and just before Sarah would move to leave for she thought her daughter sound asleep, a small voice would peep up in the still of the room, "mommy will you sing to me?"

Sarah would sigh but settle back down and look into the eyes which mirrored her own and replied, "Only if you go to sleep after I do." The little girl would node enthusiastically then quickly colonize so her mother could begin. "Which one babe," her mother would say into her ear in a whimsical whisper.

She would snigger but counter with the same old thing, "the one you said you use to sing to me when I was a baby."

Her mother would sigh but smile none the less. "Alright but remember what we promised." She got another node in confirmation then began the song in which its origin was still a mystery to Sarah…

"As such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling in love

I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing the path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling……."

By then Elizabeth knew she was gone for unconsciously she could feel her mother place another kiss upon her cheek then body warmth leave from her. She would shiver briefly as her mother would tuck her in, then dreams would swallow her…

Elizabeth turned just as her father switched off her light and murmured a good night though she made no move to reply Elizabeth smiled and hunkered down into her mattress. All the while a small carton sat by the bed forgotten and left untouched partially covered by a the olive colored blanket which had fallen from the foot of the girls bed as she moved to bury her head within the warmth of her pillow.

The night was restless for Elizabeth. Despite the fact that she fell asleep with happy thoughts of her past, her conscience and doubts had betrayed her sending her into a restless night of nightmares….

She awoke with a flip of her head and a thrashing of tangled sheets. Breathing deeply with beads of perspiration glittering her forehead she groped in the darkness for her bed side water glass. Finding it no where she gave a distressed sigh but laid back to her pillows for she was too groggy to even think about limping across the room and beyond the hallway to enter the bathroom. How pitiful and weak she felt at this moment. Crawling around like some toddler just learning how to stand and vulnerable to anything. How she hated that feeling. The girl groaned softly swaying upwards to a dizzy and awkward position. With one leg lazily swung off the bed while the other padded and smothered with blankets she sat silently roaming her shadowed room with little interest.

Just the same old books and trinkets, laying and strung out in the same old places, she sighed more heavily running a hand across her weary face and onto her shoulder were she lightly scratched her exposed upper arm with short bit down nails that had been a long since habit of hers. Though she loathed the sight she gnawed away.

A thought crossed her mind a moment later a she sat there in the shadows brooding over, nothing and everything. She had realized to her dismay and stupidity she had forgotten entirely about the snow white bird. "How odd," she thought to herself, "It's as if…" well she couldn't quite place it. The thoughts of the mismatched eyes and pallid downy feathers had seemed to just slip away from her thoughts as if it were sand seeping between her finger tips. No matter how hard she tried to grasp it, the faster and farther it would slip between the cracks and crevices of her palms. This frustrated her even more. How could she forget such a noble creature? "But how could I not?" she thought again looking up at the ceiling, "It's been so quiet up there," her eyes widened and a pain of despair hit her strongly in the chest, what if King was…dead? And yet she had no way of knowing, she couldn't very well just strut up into the attic with her leg the way it was. No she couldn't, but how? The Tweebs were too small and no way in hell was she going to tell her parents. Was she to do it again, go back up into the attic? She shook her head in frustration, too many things to think about at that hour. No she would wait until morning… and hopefully her father had gotten the things she needed. Then she would creep up the hallway and into and up the shelf if she dared, just maybe….

It was a silent night and a cold night, the moon in which hung from the black starry darkness above shown shamelessly down in a soft ghostly shade as it peaked mysteriously in and out of a thick pasty fog in which for the past hour had slowly crept its way throughout the land. Stretching and curving into each crack and crevice it sauté to claim. But that was to be expected and feared amongst all for the fog never brought a sense of joy towards the people of this terrain for nothing good came from it. The shallow gist of never knowing what was around the corner or took refuge in the shadows, unnerved and terrified all, but somehow silently and unwillingly was accepted.

But some could not help but to shake from the uneasiness for nothing is what it seems within the realm of the Underground. . .

The room was unusually silent, dark and hallow, all but the crackling fire dancing upon the cedar logs within the large marble fireplace and a few simple candles here and there seemed to be stilled within the grand spacious throne room. A great gong sounded in the corner signifying that indeed it was thirteen o' clock. A lone figure sat upon the finely draped throne with one leg propped and hanging limp-like over the side of the comfortable seating, his back pressed against the opposite arm, one black gloved hand lightly placed to his brow his eyes closed in what seemed to be concentration. Although the great chime of the old grandfather's clock seemed to not bother this wearisome being the great crash from beyond the thrones large mahogany oak doors snapped him from his reverie. He raised an eyebrow noting in his mind that the vase which stood just afar would need to be replaced as soon as possible. He refrained from sending the troublesome creature, which caused the ruckus, into the bog for their clumsy footing since it only seemed to shorten his staff rather than solve the problem.

Now that he was snapped from his long needed nap he began to thoughtlessly tap his lower thigh with a riding crop which had seemingly appear out of thin air. His rhythm of dark leather against skin was slow as he took in the scenery around him, pillows and blankets littered the ground, feathers and grim from dried ale stuck to the floors. Empty ale barrels stacked in the far corner and the curtains seemed to take on a new shade and texture. He cringed glancing into the wiry flames; his eyes reflecting from its blaze making them seem bright and wild. He looked away after a while realizing he had not blinked and his sight was beginning burn from the radiating heat.

Tired of the whip, he threw it to the air with an impressive cloud of glitter and watched as it disappeared then reappear as a transparent crystal orb. He caught it with the same hand rolling it around his palm feeling the smooth cool glass against his clothed hands and the way it caught the glow of the firelight. Memories flooded his mind of a girl. . . She stood in front of him clearly terrified of what all he was and what all he stood for yet stood up to him and watched in a some what interested manner as he plucked a crystal from the air. He held it out to her watching with amusement as she flinched back as if what he held was some hideous obscene thing.

"What is it?" she asked quietly, looking from the piercing eyes to the small globe.

He replied in a sense you would have thought of mockery, "It's a crystal, nothing more but if you turn it this way," he flipped it to the right obviously trying to impress, "It will show you your dreams. . ."

The mans mismatched eyes blurred with rage, squeezing the crystal within his palm as if it were a lemon curd, he jerked his arm back and snapped forwards, watching it fly clear cross the room towards stone which gave his ears the satisfying sound of shattering glass. He smiled in such a jeering and dissolute manner as he imagined that was her heart shattering into a million pieces.

How wonderful it would be to watch the girl suffer the way he had… how delightful it would be to see her break under his power, cringe under his words… oh it wouldn't be long before he got his revenge….

Standing quickly yet carefully not to nudge his tender arm against any protruding objects he raised his good arm again to summon yet another crystal, he glanced down studying the globe closely as he flipped it to the right to watch the hazy figure of a girl tossing and turning within the images of her nightmares. He almost laughed as she whimpered from the fear of distorted faces jumping out at her every which way she turned.

"Such a pity…"he whispered within the glass listening faintly as his words echoed the walls, "such a pity."