Hi there, peeps! How you doing? I'm doing fine. Yeah, so this is the last chapter about a fraction of Tyler's past.
ONE MORE THING!!!! READ THIS, DAMN IT, READ ARGHBLARBGH! I will not put any cast. I will only give you the main details, everything else will be in your head, because what I like you could hate. Besides, reading is magical because it fits your imagination better then when you watch a movie. #BooksForever. #MyHastagsAreToFab ,#Don'tJudgeMe.
Song is from Halestorm, called Amen. It made me write this for some reason, but i like it
Anyway, have a nice read!
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Tyler's P.O.V
Claire put a sleeping spell on everything in sight. Strangely, it didn't work on me. I've always been weird like this.
She kept me company, trying to make me forget about everything.
"What do we tell Lulu? How do we explain death to a 4 year old girl and how do we tell her that her brother is gone and she won't be able to see him anymore?"
"We don't. We're going to tell her that he got out safely for good behavior, and that he will come and get her."
I frowned: "But that's lying. She will expect him to come back and get her. We both know that if you break a promise with a kid it will cry. A lot."
Claire sighed: "Best if she cries thinking he's alive and well, then having her know the truth."
The adrenaline rush gone, my body began to hurt. I clenched my teeth while placing myself on the couch in the living room.
"Well, look at the bright side, I redecorated the hallway of the dungeon! Isn't it adorable?" she squealed loudly. All I could do was laugh.
"Ugh, Claire. You went completely overboard! Too much pink. And you even put some plush toys in the middle for no reason! I mean, come on, that was just over the top."
"Don't you dare judge my fancy style, you fool! I am fabulous. My NAME means fabulous!" she cackled like a witch.
"I thought it meant luminous."
"The light is fabulous, and Claire means light, so my name means fabulous. Which also means I'm fabulous."
"That was too much fabulous in one sentence." I laughed again.
We fell silent once more, each of us in our little worlds. This is what I liked about Claire. Her amazing personality never failed to amuse all of us. As well as her not wanting to use us a guinea pigs.
The tea kettle began whistling, telling us the tea was done. I was about to get up when it suddenly popped on top of the coffee table in front of me. I looked up and saw the succubus smirking.
"The perks of having a demon mother, and a noble magician elf father; the magic."
We poured the hot liquid in the cups and drank n silence, Daniel still on my mind.
"I miss him." I said. Claire knew who I was talking about immediately.
"Me too, dear. He was such a cutie", she turned her head to his room, "he still is. I can never forget a child as radiant as him."
the silence was back. Claire chuckled. I tried to ignore it, but curiosity killed the cat.
"What's funny?" I asked, wondering what could make her so happy at this kind of time.
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Master Of Tides (Book One)
FantasyTyler Anderson has a very eventful life: at the age of 11, he disappears from the face of the Earth only to be found, 5 years later, in an alleyway barely alive by his twin sister, Ellina. It seems his misadventure gave him something special; the a...
