Night Lullaby, Char Marie Adles [reading books for 6 year olds txt] 📗

Night lullaby
By: Charlotte M. M. A.
©2010
To my brother Elijah
Thanks for being there <3
You sure know how to make
Things funny J


 
 
“Life can be a blessing or a curse”

- C. M. M. A
 


  Chapter one
A change and a meeting
 


All life is precious, but it doesn’t mean all life is good. But maybe it can be.
 
Dreams.
Something that you see when you’re sleep.
Is it truly a dream?
Or a forgotten memory of the past?
Or even a vision of the present?

I was following after a small white cat. And after every step the kitten took, there was the jingle of a small bell.
The kitten walked there a forest of maples, oaks and other swaying trees, to come to a clearing the ended in a cliff and waterfall that fell into the lake below. It was beautiful. There was a tree that by the edge of the cliff. It’s white and light pink blossoms shining in the light of the full silver moon.
And below the tree stood a young man no older then seventeen. He face was shining as he looked at the full moon. His face was contorted in a deep sadness and pain that ran so deep I could feel my heart cry out in pain. As if they were my own emotions. He was beautiful even in his agony. He had long raven black hair and eyes the color of silver. He was tall and even under all his clothes I could tell he was nothing but muscle.
It was then I realized that his face was not glowing but simply the moonlight shinning off of tears that fell from his eyes. He had one hand clinched on the tree in a fist and the other held out to the sky. As if to accuse it for his pain.
“Why must it have been her?! Why did you take her way? She was all that was good!” he yelled at the sky.
As his tear fell in the light he still looked to the sky as if I was the new who tortured him.
“She was all I had. She was…all kindness and goodness….she was my only love…” he got quieter and soon he just stood there crying.
His once beautiful face was stricken.
The kitten made its way across the field to him. It sat close by and meowed once.
He turned to moment I stepped out of the woods that hid me.
Giant black wings came forth from his back and he soared into to the air.
“Why do you torture me Fira!” he yelled and disappeared in the sky of the witching hour. I watched him as he disappeared in to the darkness with the stars and the silver moon as his only guides.


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I shot straight up in bed, breathing hard.
I stared wide-eyed out my bay window. The moon was full and glowing as if lit with candles from within.
I was covered in cold sweat and my nerves still on end. I leaned forward and placed my head on my knees. The shadows of the walls surrounding me in a cool darkness. I stayed that way for a while and then with a hand pressed to my forehead I got off the bed. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water.
Who was he and why did he see so familiar? Why did he call out my name?
A memory of my childhood appeared.
A little boy cried beneath the tree. His face in his hands and his long hair hiding his face. I reached out my small hand and patted his head.
“Are you okay?”
He lifted his head and sniffed, tears running down his cheeks. I show one of them was red. I put my hand gently to his cheek.
“What happen to you?”
“My mom was sick and my dad got mad at me. He said it was my fault and hit me,” he whispered.
I sat in the grass with him under the tree. I patted his head and kissed his sore cheek.
He looked at me with wide surprised eyes.
I put a finger to my smiling lips.
“Mama told me that it makes it feel better if you kiss it.”
He put his hand to his cheek and smiled.
“See? All better! Yay!” I clapped and told him my name. “I’m Fira Silver.”
“I’m Tain Alexander Black.”
He was a cute little kid with long black hair and silver eyes. He looked look the man from my dream.
The glass slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor. The glass shattered into a million pieces and scattered across the floor.
“Oh,” I said in dismay and bent down to pick up the pieces. I knelt on to kitchen floor and started to pick the pieces up.
“Ouch,” I mumbled when I pricked my finger on a piece. I sucked on my finger and picked up the last few pieces. I get up and looked out the window of my apartment. The sky was gray with the promise of rain today.
“And I have to go to work too. Great.” I sighed and got dressed for today in a white T-shirt and my favorite jeans. I pulled my wild, unruly curl in a pony tail and it hung half way down my back. I looked at me face in the mirror. My skin was pale and flawless, my eyes rimmed in coal black eyeliner making my gold eyes pop. It made my coal black hair stand out. I was beautiful too, just like my mom. It’s just how things are. Around 5’ 5’’ and thin, but I have curves and a chest that was rather large. I was just like my mom, but our coloring was different.
As a child she was always telling me that I looked like my dad. I don’t remember what he looks, because mom took me with her when I was only five years old.
I looked one more time and went to eat breakfast. By time I was done it was around 7:00 am and time for work. I grabbed my bag and left locking the door, behind me.
“Excuse me are you Fira Cross?”
I whiled around and saw a guy standing a few feet away with spiky blond hair, bright green eyes, a crooked smile, and in baggy jeans, and a black T-shirt that said “Can’t Touch This”.
“Yeah, I am,” I said to him turning around.
Then he grinned. “Great so now I won’t have to look for you. I have a letter from you grandpa; he said only to give it to you. Here,” he said, holding out a thick envelope to me.
I reached out and took it. “Thanks,” I said looking down at it and when I looked up he was gone.
“Weird,” I stated, and with the envelope under my arm I headed to work.
 


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“Fira! Get the orders!” yelled Mrs. Amy.
“Got it!” I yelled back. I went over to the oven and pulled out the large tray of pastries. I laid them out over the counter and added the creams and fillings to them. When I was done I put them out for the people to buy. Molly the cashier smiled at me and I looked over the small, but crowded coffee house. Teens sitting and laughing at one another looking as if nothing else in the world mattered.
I snorted.
Rich kids. Never had to work a day in your life. Never been hungry I day in your life, nor had nothing of our own. But it’s not their fault.
I shook my head and turned around listening to the children laugh and the moms talking, only to run straight into Mrs. Amy.
She laughed and helped me up.
“Sorry I was just going to make some more,” I said smiling at her.
“Honey you have been working super hard the last few weeks, you’ve even taken over your mom shifts you need to slow down. Else you’ll be acting like your sixty instead of sixteen. Go take a break,” Mrs. Amy said.
“But I need to-” I said pointing to the back, but she would have none of it.
“Oh no! You don’t. Go take a break,” she said with a laugh pushing me toward to the door of the back room.
I sighed and gave in. this would give me a chance to read what was in that envelope. I went through the door and the noise from the shop vanished. I sat on a crate and took the big white envelope with me. I pulled it open and pulled out a thick piece of ivory paper. On it written in flowing fancy script was the letter.
 


My dearest Fira,
I have waited so long to talk to you and it saddens me that I only start after the death of your mother. You may not remember me but I am your grandfather Adrian, your mother’s father. Since you no longer have any other family as I, I want to ask if you would come live with me. The place I live in is rather large and I feel lonely with no one around. The boy I sent this with can be trusted. I hope you will think on this and come to visit at the least.
With love, Grandpa
 
I felt my hands shaking, and tears sting my eyes.
I was saved! Since mom died I have made enough money working to keep the apartment much longer, and the buy the food needed to live. I was being saved by my last family member I had, and he wanted me to live with him! I have a grandpa!
“Thank goodness,” I whispered.