Author Note: I'm sorry for the slow update. I had to spend time with my family during the 4th of July weekend. I'm skipping to the 13th of the story to get to the interesting part. Instead, I will give off moments from out the week. But with that said, it's almost Claire's birthday. What will Jim get her for a present? What will her family think of him? What is the creature chasing Claire? Is it going to attack again? And what does it want? All of Claire's visions are going to catch up with her and it will be a rollercoaster ride. Think of this chapter as a diary entries from Claire.

"Wake up, Claire."

I stir to the sound of a woman hymning and open my eyes. I find myself standing in the middle of a dark hall with grey brick and a 20-foot high-rise ceiling like the castle I saw in my dreams on Sunday night. When I look up, the roof disappears into an illumination of a beautiful starry night sky, making me think there's no ceiling.

"Life is strange, filled with twisty frights and wonders to behold,

Look at the stars and moon tonight,

You'll be great and take to flight."

I walk around to find the voice but can't find anything or anyone. As I turn a corner, I see the same wolf I saw in the alley with Jim and Toby; it looks more ghostly and haunting in the dark atmosphere.

"Follow the wolf as black as night."

The wolf turns its back to me and starts walking away.

"Wait, come back!" I shout, but my voice sounds like an echo. I run up to keep up with the wolf, following it as the walls become darker and colder.

I lose track of the wolf and start to shiver, hugging myself. I can see my own breath. I see something glow below my eyes and see my necklace glowing, illuminating purple light. The light comforts me, and sometimes I can use it to see in the dark. I walk while looking around the dark corridor, feeling like I need to find something. After walking around for, I think, three minutes with the light on my chest, I find the wolf sitting in the center of the room. It has a warm look in its eyes and gets up to slowly walk towards me. I take one step back, but the exact phrase is repeated.

'Don't give up; you are strong.'

I freeze and look into the wolf's eyes. It bows its head. Despite all the warning signs of being near a wild animal, I slowly kneel, reach my hand, and stroke its head. The wolf's head leans up, and I feel the soft but tangled fur brush against my palm. The wolf's face looks more friendly than the other times I saw it. Its eyes relax, and its tail starts to wag.

"Awww, you're not a scary beast." I giggle and pet the back of the wolf's ears. The wolf doesn't respond. Instead, it draws back, but it stays in its place. The wolf tilts its head, and I look around us. "I'm kinda lost. Can you please help me?" I ask softly.

The wolf nods and turns around. The wolf's head turns back to me and flickers its ears back and forward, telling me to come. I get up and follow the creature. The wolf is at a walking pace and always turns its head to check if I'm still following.

The wolf points me to a dark metal door and nudges my right arm to the knob. I look at the door; it seems medieval and ancient. I turn my head to the wolf, and it gestures its head to the door when turning to me. I turn back to the door and shrug my shoulders. I grab the knob and expect to feel cold and ash, but it feels warm and soothing. I turn the knob clockwise, but the door is heavy and rusty. With all the strength I can, I push the door open.

I find myself in a room. Not my bedroom, classroom, anywhere in my house, or I have seen before, but at the same time, something feels familiar; I just don't know what it is. The walls are circular; the ceiling is the same height as the hallways. A giant bookshelf covers up a quarter of the room, touching the roof to the floor, filled with books from top to bottom. There's a fancy medieval bed covered with crimson curtains and bed sheets in front of me. Beside it is a fireplace made of stone, and the fire still burns inside. There's a desk with many papers on it, and the floor is all made of beautiful, unbroken white stone.

I notice a giant painting of an adult woman and an infant over the fireplace. The woman wears a dark green medieval gown with red hair in a high bun. The infant in the woman's arms is wearing a simple but elegant white gown. The painting looks like a mother and child. I look closer and notice that the woman has emerald green eyes while the baby is brown.

"You'll find secrets no one was meant to hear."

I hear a baby crying, making me jump. "Who"s there?" I shout in fear, looking around the room frantically. The wolf is gone, no one is around, and the crying continues.

"Veronica, shhh, shhh."

I hear a ghostly echo voice, making the crying stop. It sounds familiar, but my head won't connect to which voice it belongs.

"Veronica. Veronica, you are so loved, so loved. Veronica, Mama loves you. Veronica, be safe, be strong. No matter where you are, I'll be in your heart."

I hear booming and crashing, making me cover my ears and duck into a ball on the floor. The crying starts again and becomes louder as the boom comes closer. My necklace starts glowing, and I feel pain in my chest and head, making me squeeze my eyes tight. "Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" I wail, and everything ceases in a moment.

I pant and take quick breaths. Too scared to open my eyes.

"Claire, open your eyes."

I find myself on a green hospital floor. I hear a baby wailing, and I get up and follow the sound.

"Congratulations, it's a girl!" I hear a female voice shout excitedly, and the wailing becomes louder.

I looked around and tried to find the crying, which I was oddly drawn to. As I walk, my necklace starts to glow and becomes dim or brighter depending on where I turn. Knowing logic, I follow the more colorful part of my necklace, making it shine even brighter, but, oddly, no one knows I'm here. Doctors, nurses, and visitors walk and stand in the hallways but can't see me when I pass or the glow on my chest. When I hear a doctor shout my way, I freeze and turn to them, but someone else runs through me like I'm a ghost.

The necklace leads me to a room, making it stop glowing. I see a number and see it says 547. The same room number I was in when I was born. The blinds are shut, but the door is open, and I hear louder crying inside. I slowly open the door and look into the room, gasping.

I'm in a hospital room, my mother on the white bed in a white hospital gown, holding a little pink bundle. My dad sits beside her, and two nurses and one doctor are in the room.

"She's beautiful!" Mom cries. She looks exhausted but has tears and the widest smile I've seen. Dad has the same expression—happy, tears, joy, and excitement.

The bundle, hearing female pronouns, and seeing my parents together. I conclude that it's me they're holding. I'm their only daughter, and it wouldn't be possible if it were Enrique. He came home in a blue blanket. I hear crying again, and Mom looks down.

"No, no, no, shhh, shhh, it's ok, Mjia. Shhh, it's alright. Mamá's here, and so is Daddy." Mom says softly.

Dad approaches Mom's face and makes a funny face with a tiny wave. "Hello, Mjia!" He says so sweetly.

I'm curious and walk over to Mom, wanting to see myself as an infant just born with my own eyes. I walk where I can see her. I wasn't the most beautiful baby born in the world, but I was to earn my parent's love and my classmate's comments. I have a cute little round face peeking out of the blanket. My eyes are cute little brown eyes and a bunch of hair on my head. I look clean and pretty. The baby self stares at my mom with a blank expression. I don't blame myself. I was just born and confused about the world I'm looking at.

I notice a tiny streak of blue on my head. The same streak of blue on my hair was in the photo I showed my classmates today.

"Why does she have blue in her hair?" Dad asks with concern.

"We don't know how or why that came. I saw it on her head when she came out." The doctor says clearly.

But the baby starts crying again, struggling in my mom's arms.

"No, no, no, Mjia. Shhh, it's ok." Mom says softly, but it doesn't work.

The baby still keeps crying. Then, a flash of glowing light appears on the baby's chest and head. She cries louder and struggles even more. Dad, the nurses, and the doctors start to get worried, but Mom stays calm and continues to shush me.

"My baby, you're in my arms tonight, safe from all harm; life is strange, filled with twisty frights and wonders to behold; look at the stars and moon tonight; you'll be great and take to flight. You will travel so far to find out who you are, go down deep to find what is lost, listen to your heart, and follow the sound. You are in my arms tonight, but will always be in my heart as you go on. Don't give up; you are strong." Mom sings the song I've been hearing for the past week.

My jaw almost drops to the floor. Does my mother know this song? Did I know this song? I am trying to remember. My head starts to spin with too many questions I almost pass out.

The baby stops crying, and I see a clear purple light shine on its chest. Mom kisses the baby's head.

"I love you, my little Claire," Mom whispers gently, smiling with a tear running down her cheek.

I walk out of the room, speechless. I get a few feet away and start to hyperventilate. The song, the streak, the glow. I want to go to sleep and wish this is just a dream. My necklace starts glowing, and I hug myself. I want to cry. I'm scared and pray to wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP, CLAIRE! This isn't real!

I feel the room grow cold and darker. I open my eyes and slowly look up to see the shadow realm. I hear a flash and look up.

"Oh no! Where'd the light go? That was our way home! We're sealed in!" I hear Toby's voice shout.

I see a golden flash zip a few inches away from me.

"Look! My staff!" I hear myself shout.

"Get it! It's our only way back!" I hear Jim's voice shout.

Then I hear Toby screaming.

I push myself forward on a rock and fly to see what's happening. I get to another rock and hide behind it so I can see. I see Jim and me as a purple ghost trying to grab the golden flash. The memory hit me in the head like a rock. The day I was possessed and fought Morgana. I watch how desperately Jim, Toby, and I are getting, trying to catch the shadow staff but with no luck.

I see myself pushing forward, standing on a rock, and holding her arms.

"Azazazuth-Kinekh-Thoon!" She or I grunt.

The staff stops moving and glowing gold, turning purple and returning to myself. But it turns gold and retreats to where it was

"What are you doing?" Jim shouts.

"I don't know. These words, they're in my head." I whine and hold my arms up again. "Azazazuth-Kinekh-Thoon!"

I watch myself battle to control the shadow staff... and my body. I see myself fighting and struggling so hard that I win and regain the staff back. They all fall from the shadow realm, and I fall with them. I close my eyes and pray for the spinning to stop. I feel the ground come close and feel myself hit something hard. I groan in pain and open my eyes, but my vision is dizzy from hitting my head.

My vision is black; at first, I thought it was my eyes, but when I focus more, I see pitch dark all around me. I slowly get up, almost jumping at hearing ear-piercing screaming. I turn to the sound and see the same image as of Monday night, the heartstone being destroyed and trolls scrambling to escape, but instead, I'm in the center of the confusion.

I start hyperventilating when I see Bellroc walking towards me, laughing hysterically. They then point at me, and I freeze in fear. "You, you did this! You have brought Trollmarket's doom and the people you love!" They shout maniacally.

They point to their left, and I turn; my heart breaks. There, in stone, was everyone in my family, friends, and everyone I loved. I cry and run to them. I find Douxie in the crowd and see his petrified face. The scene of horror and fear sweeps over me, and I fall to my knees, sobbing.

"This isn't real! This isn't REAL!" I cry, shut my eyes, and hug myself. I start shaking as I hear maniacal laughing.

I pray this will be over, and I wake up. Come on, Claire Nuñez, WAKE UP!

"Open your eyes, Nuñez."

I hear a different voice whisper that sounds British and male. I feel the air become warm and a soft but heavy touch on my back. I slowly open it, praying it's Douxie, but I don't see anyone. The room is cold but blue, filled with astronomical symbols; it reminds me of the Heartstone Trollmarket arena.

"There is a chance of things to be restored even when it's impossible to."

I see the Amulet of Daylight in destroyed pieces in front of me. When I try to touch it, the Amulet slowly restores in two colors, blue and purple. I blink as the Amulet flies towards me and grab it, making it and my necklace glow.

"Go on, little one; you're friends need you."

I turn around and see the wolf again. I glance down at the Amulet and see a hint of purple in the stone. I caress the clock features; it also feels real and looks like it. I walk toward the wolf, and my necklace glows brighter and brighter. I close my eyes and feel myself drift.

I see blue, red, purple, green, and yellow flashes. I feel my skin becoming warmer, and I finally wake up.

"There is magic flowing inside of you."

I feel I'm about to wake up, but I feel something grab my shoulder. I gulp and slowly turn to see red and black. I see a black figure a few feet away from me with horns on its head, glowing yellow eyes, and standing about a head taller than me.

"Hello, Shadowdancer! I found you!" It laughs, and my stomach flips.

Shadowdancer and glowing yellow eyes. Wait! That's the same creature from my window who wrote the note! I tremble in fear, backing up and holding the Amulet close to my chest.

"Give me the necklace and the Amulet. NOW!" It screams, making me shake in terror.

"No! You can't have them!" I shout, holding the Amulet closer to my necklace, making them send a pulsing noise to my ear.

Clouds of black smoke come from behind the figure and make Bellroc and Skrael. "You will be our piece for glory and create a new world!" Skrael shouts, pointing his staff to me, and Bellroc laughs maniacal.

Everything around me starts to scream and laugh. I make a run for it and run as fast as I can, seeing a bright light of green. I reach a free hand out and try to touch it, but I can't. I try again and again, but no luck. I feel them coming closer, and I grow more desperate. I cry and scream, but it doesn't work. I try one more time and feel myself falling and hear laughing.

"See you soon, Shadowdancer!"

I gasp and open my eyes. Purple magic explodes throughout the room, making some things fall, and NotEnrique wakes up. Sometimes I can't move, and other times I sit up straight like a stick, but I'm always sweating, shaking, and panting for both.

"Sis! Sis! Are you alright?" I hear NotEnrique.

This is going on every night. I sleep, have nightmares about Bellroc and Skrael chasing me, and always wake up before they catch me. Sometimes I cry. Other times I just sit up or curl into a little ball on my bed, staring at a wall and praying it will be okay.

"Stop, stop, stop," I mumble, tears coating my eyes. I always feel a warm and comforting aura hug me from behind; it doesn't feel like human or troll hands, but I let them stay.

"Shhh! You are strong, my child."

This weekend and week have been a rollercoaster, to say the least. On Saturday, I came to Jim's house as promised to tell him what to bring to Huntington; a suitcase full of clothes, a toiletry bag, swimwear, and something fancy to wear on the 18th and 21st. They will be staying from the 13th and coming home on the 15th. During the week from the 16th to the 20th, they will come and spend a couple of hours there until they need to go home. The 21st will be the day of the ceremony. A day where I will be horror as the next holder of the necklace of Veronica (which I already am) and honor her and her mother's sacrifice by dancing, music, and food.

We all have the same schedule, and we're all excited. I did warn all of them and their parents about my family's racial issues, including Barbara Lake. I think I spent almost all day talking and biking, so I decided to have a sleepover with Mary, Darci, and Aja for the rest of the day. We had a blast! Having fun with pillow fights to gossiping about boys. However, I haven't told anyone about the chase on Friday. I want to tell my parents, but whenever I try, I either chicken out or talk about something else.

"Where were you?" Dad asks with concern from last Friday. "Why are you home so late?"

"Sorry, Papa. Jim took me out for ice cream while watching the sunset, and we lost track of time." I half lie and smile at my parents.

Mom and Dad find it believable and smile sweetly. "How sweet!" Mom says softly. "But let us know if you'll be late like this again." She says sternly, making me sigh and chuckle.

Jim asks every day if I told them. We made a deal that if something escalates or I don't tell my parents before my birthday, Jim will tell them.

School is good, but my magic lessons have become... a bit complicated. My magic is only getting stronger and darker. I haven't told Douxie this; he thinks I'm just becoming a better sorceress, but I will admit, his apartment is getting too claustrophobic. On Monday, I tried to learn about creating fire after I asked Douxie to teach me, not telling him what happened to Jim and me. While he was skeptical, Douxie agreed. From Sunday to Wednesday, I tried my best to compose myself from exploding my magic as Douxie taught me the techniques and how to create a fireball. Not everything was terrible. Zoe sometimes joins us, making things more fun for me and embarrassing for Douxie. She always teases him, messing up his hair and casting tiny prank spells on him to make me laugh.

"So, are you two having fun, Douxie, or are you messing up your spells?" Zoe says sarcastically with a smirk after she uses her magic to make water fall on Douxie's head.

Me, Archie, and Nari laugh so hard we almost fall when Douxie's face turns red as a tomato.

Even though Douxie taught me how to control my magic and make it my own, I feel I will still hurt someone. I try not to show it, making me feel exhausted, emotional, and distant. I feel more scared and trapped than last week and like I destroyed everything I gained. Every day, I wake up feeling worse and worse, hiding my problems from my parents, friends, and boyfriend. The anxiety worsens my situation, and I run away for a few minutes before slapping on a smile and looking over my shoulder. I fear the shadow figure will reappear, but I can't see it. No threatening notes, ambushes, or one looking into my window. It's like I'm going crazy again, but I can feel something dark and dangerous come. During the week, sometimes the weather changes depending on my mood. Sometimes, light bulbs blow, or things explode at school. I can't imagine how many light bulbs and glass Principal Uhl had to replace. Sometimes, I try to open up to my friends, but they're often busy preparing for my birthday, or I chicken out. On Tuesday, I woke up with my sclera dark; my irises dark purple, and my pupils pitch black. It reminds me of using my shadow magic too much. But it feels different, like a wolf. It takes a few minutes of constantly blinking to make my eyes turn to normal.

I think I can hold it in—scared, anxious, stressed, and a bit paranoid. I believe I can hide it and keep on a smile. Until-

"Hello there, Shadowdancer!"

I freeze and hold my breath, not daring to turn around or move. A hand touches my shoulder, and I shiver in terror. It feels...cold. Stone cold and hard. My heartbeat quickens.

"Are you scared?" I hear the deep and dark voice in my ear, giving me a chill.

"Who are you? Why are you chasing me?" I say as confidently as I can.

"The Arcane Order was right. You are brave." The voice hisses and laughs, making me tremble. "Don't worry. I'm a friend and here to give you a little message." It whispers.

"What is it?"

"A birth of a child in the middle of the 10th month of the year. Another wizard born 900 years later on the same day. Skin the color of golden sand, hair as dark as night, and eyes the color of cocoa beans. With the power between light and dark. The child, born out of the blood and magic from one of the two elders sorcerers of mankind's history. Holds a staff of shadows and emotion. They will either be the world's savior or doom. The choice is theirs to make." The voice says softly.

My eyes widen. I heard that before. Skrael said that to me when I was in pain in my dreams. After hearing it in my head for almost two weeks, it shakes me to the core. Born in the middle of the 10th month. October-between the dates of the 15th and 19th. My birthday is the 18th. Skin the color of golden sand, hair as dark as night, and eyes the color of cocoa beans. With the power between light and dark. My skin color, my hair color, my eye color. Holds a staff of shadows and emotion. The shadow staff, but the rest of the message I still don't get.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, clearing my throat and trembling a bit.

"Why don't you ask that little nature girl, Argante, and Merlin's errand boy? I hear you know them very well." The voice hisses and laughs.

My eyes widen more. Morgana, Nari and Douxie! What are they hiding from me?

"Oh, and by the way. Happy belated birthday! Did you like the present I gave you last week?"

My body shakes. The shadow staff and the note. "It was you." I raise my voice a bit.

"You're a smart girl." The voice laughs. "But you're not smart enough to stop the Order."

I blink and see the world in an apocalypse. I breathe and tear up as I see the world in fire and ice. I shake my head in disbelief, closing my eyes, but I feel pain in my stomach and head again and cry in pain and sadness.

"You did this! You will rebirth the world into a new." The voice laughs maniacally.

"No, no, no," I repeatedly repeat in denial.

"This is the way, Shadowdancer, and you are the savior of this new world." The voice whispers.

I start to hyperventilate and beg for this to stop. "No, no, NO!"

"NO!" I screamed as the ceiling of my bedroom came into view. I shot up like a stick, panting, whimpering, shaking, and my pajamas drenched in sweat. I find myself clutching my blanket, making my knuckles turn white. Tears coat my eyes. That was...no...it felt way too real to be a-.

"Claire! Claire!"

Oh no! What time is it, and how loud did I scream? I turn to my window and see it's still nighttime. I hear my bedroom door open, and I turn to see my parent's horrified faces.

"Claire, what's wrong?" NotEnrique asks, running to my nightstand. But I ignore him.

"Claire, are you ok!?" Mom asks frantically, rushing over to me and sitting on my bed. She tries to touch my hand, but I recoil. "Claire, why are you sweating?"

I look down and shake my head, biting my lip and holding my tears. It's okay; go back to sleep. I feel a hand grab my chin and gently lift my head.

"Claire, what's wrong?" Mom asks more calmly, with Dad kneeling next to her. Her face is full of worry, and her eyes are scared.

"I...it's..." I try to think of something to say that will make the situation better. Everything couldn't have been further from better or okay. I look into my parent's eyes, worried for me, wanting to understand what's wrong. I don't want them to go back to sleep; I wanted them right here with me more than ever before.

Suddenly, as if a wall had fallen, my face crumpled, and I sobbed heavily. I feel Mom pull me close to her chest, holding me. I feel Dad's hand stroking my hair. I sigh and take a deep breath as I hear Mom shush me soothingly, feeling safe and secure in my parent's embrace. But something still feels wrong from my nightmare, and I haven't told them.

"Mom, Dad."

"Yes, Claire." They reply sweetly and pull away from me, wanting to know what's wrong.

I gulp a lump in my throat and take a deep breath. "Remember last Friday when I told you guys why I was late coming home?" I ask shyly.

"Yes. Why?" Mom replies.

"Well... Where I was with Jim... That was true, but I lied about why I came home late." I answer, playing with my fingers.

Both of my parents look at me with confusion and concern. "What do you mean, Claire?" Mom asks.

I take a deep breath. "We were ambushed." I gulp.

My parents blink and look more worried. "What?! By who?"

Before I could answer, we heard Enrique crying loudly in the hallway. Dad gets up and tells Mom to stay with me before walking to Enrique's room. Mom turns back to me, and her eyes plead for me to tell her.

"It... They-they were Shadow Mephits. Slimy and scary three-eyed monsters. They chased me and Jim all over town. We only got away because I created a portal in an alley. We escaped unscathed, but I saw something that had been haunting me for the last two weeks. A shadow. A tall, yellow-glowing-eyed, horned, and cold shadow. It appeared on a building in town; it appeared in my dreams. I even caught it stalking through my window." I cry, shaking. Mom gasps in shock, and her eyes widen.

"I had a nightmare about it just now, which is why I screamed," I mumble, pulling my legs to my chest.

"Oh, Claire, why didn't you tell me or both of us?" Mom asks sweetly, placing a hand on my knee.

"Because I was scared. Scared if I told you something and tried to either kill or capture me, that would be the end, and you wouldn't let me out of the house." I answered, and I finally moved to reach for my nightstand. NotEnrique sadly hands me the crumbled note, and I give it to Mom.

She takes it and turns on my lamp to read it. Her face becomes pale, and her hands start to tremble. She looks up at me, horrified. "When, where, and how did you get this?" She quietly demands.

"On the 3rd, with my shadow staff, on my bed, before I went to bed."

Mom gasps and looks on the verge of a heart attack. I don't blame her. This note is a threat, and the being who wrote this found a way to get into our house. Or, at least, my room. "Why didn't you tell us this earlier, Claire?" Mom says with so much worry and panic.

"You guys found out last week I have magical powers. Last Friday, I was at Hex Tech and found out I was probably born this way, and now something is after me that I have no idea what or who. I wanted to tell you, but I thought it was my imagination or it would just go away, but after two weeks of it not escalating, I felt panicked, scared, and confused. There was so much going on with this, my powers and my birthday coming up. I didn't know what to do or who to-"

Mom grabs me and pulls me into the biggest and tightest hug she has ever given me. She presses me so close to her chest. Her arms wrap around my back, and she doesn't let go. "Shhh, shhh, it's ok, Claire. It's alright." She says soothingly.

There is a strange warm feeling about the hug. Mom's bare skin is often cold, but that didn't stop me from hugging her when I was younger, but this is like she's radiating heat from her skin to mine. I spare no moment and hug her in return, burying my face in her shoulder. I cry softly and close my eyes. Mom hears my whimpering and continues to silence me while stroking my hair. I peek out and see Dad looking scared and sad.

I regain my composure and relax. Mom releases her grip and pulls away. Dad walks forward and knees down next to Mom.

Mom cups my chin, and I look at her. "Claire, we're so sorry. I understand how scared you are. I'm scared, too, and worried about your safety, but we won't lock you up at home. I'm just glad that you told me." She says softly. She leans in and kisses me on the forehead.

I smile and wipe my eyes. NotEnrique walks up to me and hugs me before crawling back to the pillowed bench and returning to sleep.

Dad gives me a tissue to blow my stuffy nose. "We will always be here for you, Claire. I won't let anyone take my little princess away." He says softly, rubbing my back.

"Thanks, Papá!" I cry softly and hug him. He wraps his arms around me and returns the hug.

After a few moments, we let go, and Mom sighs. "Come on, Claire. You need to get some more sleep. It's 3:00 PM, and you have a big day ahead." She says calmly.

I nod my head.

Dad kisses me on the head. "Sleep well, my sweet girl." He says before walking out the door and to his and Mom's bedroom.

"Can you stay here?" I ask Mom timidly. "In case the nightmares or anything comes back."

Mom looks at me for a moment but smiles and nods. "Of course, sweetie." She says sweetly and sits on the edge of the bed. "I'll use all my mom's strength to ensure no more nightmares and tears tonight."

I smile and lie down to get comfortable. "Can you please sing me the lullaby you used to when I was little?" I beg, hoping I will hear Mom sing the song I've listened to in my head for two weeks.

Instead of declining, Mom smiles wider. "Of course."

I close my eyes and drift to sleep as I hear Mom's soft voice sing our family's lullaby.

"Sleep, I'll be here as you dream; no matter where you are, I'll be in your heart; even when this night pass, I'm always thinking of you; I love you, my sweet baby; there is magic flowing inside of you." I hear her sing before I lose hearing of the outside world and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Author Note: This was a hard chapter to write. I just want to jump to the good part of the story but there are stuff in the week you should know. I'm a bit of a perfectionist and that why it took so long. I also wanted to give light to the relationship of Ophelia and Claire. I know they didn't have a good relationship in Trollhunters, but Claire needs all the support she needs. Even from her own parents.

Also, what do you think Jim will get Claire for her birthday? Let me know what you guess is. I like to know. Please review.