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Poppie or Charmes Can Make Us Sleepe as Well
Darkness is what the child saw, until he heard the voice.
"Greetings Reza."
Reza knew that voice; that voice is what made him feel like any other normal boy. When the voice spoke, Reza thought he could see, despite the blindness that had stricken him. Erik, the Khanum's magician, was the man behind the voice; toys and happiness came with every visit that Erik made. Reza was feeling very sick, though; perhaps Erik could sing something to him?
"How have you been, Reza?" asked Erik calmly.
"I have not been feeling well; I was wondering if you could sing for me?" Reza asked hopefully.
"Of course, Reza, as long as you eat this," Erik stated warmly as he gave the child some sherbet.
Reza obliged, and Erik began to sing verses out of the Qu'ran; Erik could make anything sound beautiful, whether or not it was meant to be put to song. Soon, Reza felt weary; he felt as though he could sleep for centuries.
Erik seemed to realize this, as he held Reza, and began walking slowly toward the door. Suddenly, Reza felt some dampness hit his cheek. He didn't think it was raining, even though the window had been left open. No, it was something else; tears, maybe, but he wasn't crying at all. He was too tired to even cry; soon, he slipped into oblivion, with thoughts of Erik and his little automaton with the violin.