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Ch: 4 sound of bones

It's cold.

Bright menacing cold.

Seasons and years have arrived and fared.

I only notice when they tell me.

I cannot see seasons.

I only see the blurs of color drumming themselves into my retinas

I can hear sounds and light.

Sharp and cold from father's red shadow.

Light and soothing only comes from mothers' warm pale green light.

I haven't really focused on what is really going on.

The shadow is looming before brother.

The blood- the smoke is becoming more frequent.

I can hear so many hushed poisonous pink voices.

Venomous honey.

Poisoned delights.

My family is respected, protected by the queen.

The queen is green I think.

Not a calm like mother, a deep pine green with tremors of bright anxious light.

The Queen hates me.

But she needs father.

Brother came to me today.

"Look" he said, voice shining with the joy and triumph of a dragon who had found all the treasure in the world. Yellow light, faintly traced with chilling blue, surprise and fear.

"I'm an animus!" he shouted, vibrating with golden joy. He showed me what he could do.

He brought toys to life.

He turned my watercolor set immortal.

He shone with unlimited delight.

However, amidst the warm, proud, rose colored light pouring out from his soul, a shadow still loomed.

The shadow wants him more now.

The shadow sees his power.

Fighting the shadow is exhausting, the shadow is always pressing against my skull and the rusted smell of blood is always lingering in the air.

I smile.

They're sending me to another place tomorrow. "School" apparently.

I can already see the blue and pink and chartreuse swarming me.

My smile fades.

But at least I don't have to taste father's fury for a while.

Maybe I'll find a friend.

Maybe I'll find a way to help brother keep busy so that I can steer him away from the shadow.

I go tomorrow.

I'll simply have to endure.