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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Shadow 2 {1}

Samantha sat there beside her sister, as Suzy moan for her. Desmond came back in looking at Samantha; his heart broke as he saw her eyes full of sorrow.

“It’s time to go,” he laid his hands on Samantha shoulder. “Don’t worry; you will meet her very soon.” Desmond held her hands taking her up into the skies. Suzy sat there looking into her sister’s picture as she cries out. As Samantha left for the heaven where her parents are, Suzy felt something in her heart suddenly shock. She squeezes her chest in pain, thinking something was wrong with her. She screams in pain, the pain slowly fades away after a few hours have passed. She lay there unconscious panting for air, her hands still hold on to her sister’s picture. She slowly opens her eyes, as she saw the red full moon shining down on her face. She smiles widely bathing under that moon light.

“Your highness,” someone knock on her door asking permission to enter. She signals her hands allowing him to enter. His presence reminded her of someone, but it just missed her mind. “It’s a beautiful night indeed, but your highness shouldn’t be sitting out too long, the sun will rise soon.” His voice calm and stern, he laid his palm of her head. She looked up into the person voice seeing the young boy she knew in the ball room dance.

“You are that boy who stood at the wall at the dance?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, your highness. My name is Jenard.” He speaks politely, careful with his every gesture.

“Jenard, I see…” she closes her eyes, as his presences complete her. He took away all her curiosity, her worries and even her anger. Yet something was nagging behind her mind. Her eyes shoot open as she quickly looks around the room. She was back in her house, laying there on the floor. Her arms tightly held on to her sister’s picture. Again she started to cry, thinking she is alone now. Down the stairs in the shadow, the man stood again. He no longer smiles, but his eyes show nothing but anger. He mumbles a few words than disappearing into thin air again.

Few days had pass, as Samantha was buried and the funeral was over. Many people offer a helping hand to Suzy, but she refuses and wanted to be alone. In school, her friends were worried for her, as she lingers around lifelessly. No longer was her smile and laughter heard in her school, and the hyper Suzy was now the gloomy Suzy. Her friends slowly left her alone, thinking there is no way into helping her. Jenard sat beside her all the time, he looked into her eyes thinking there must be something her could do for her. Everyday he walked her home and to school, he talked to her. Sometimes he manages to make her laugh a little. But Suzy still stayed in her own world, living a life so lonely.

“DING_DONG_” the door bell rang, Suzy opened it looking into the eyes of a man she never seen but she knew him from somewhere.

“Yes? May I help you?” she asked politely. Thinking maybe he wants to sell some stuff.

“My name is Carson. I am here to take you home.” he said with pride and firmness.

“This is my home and I don’t know you. How am I supposed to follow you?” she said thinking that this man was dangerous. As his eyes was fierce, and his shaggy hair, with long black coat and black gloves.

“Suzy, you got to trust me, I am your only family member left.” He took out the picture where she was young and he held her in his arms. “Don’t you remember your own uncle?” Suzy stare at him a moment, but the memories she have doesn’t have him inside.

“I guess that impact really had your memory lost.” He mumbles some words causing Suzy to loose her consciousness. He held her in his arms, “Don’t you worry, my queen. I will save you no matter what.” He carried her into his car, driving of into the dark. Jenard stood at the high roof looking at Carson’s car.

“No way you are taking her away from me again.” He voice shows no mercy as his speed away into the night. Carson drove into his mansion, his maids and butler waited for him at the door.

“Oh my,” the butler gasp as he saw Suzy carried by Carson. “Must you be this rough with a kid?”

“Shut up, Joe. This kid is not for me to play. She is the queen we had lost a long time ago.” he carried her gently, kissing her forehead. “Prepare a nice room for her, and you guys get her clean. Be gentle with her.” He orders the maid. They quickly took their duty and disappear from his sight, as they knew that he was angry and furious.

“Would you like to have a cup of tea? To smooth your feeling?” Joe came in with the tea ready in his hands. Carson nodded his head, looking at the documents left on his table.

“You know what Joe? She is really the queen. I’ve found her at last after so many centuries.” His voice softens.

“Will she remember you?” Joe asked concerned, but Carson didn’t reply, even he himself doesn’t know if she will remember him.

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