Muis Y Le

Chapter 2: Kayleigh

Hello, guys! Chapter 2 is finally written! Sorry it took so long, I needed to gain momentum.

This one is dedicated to A, the only supporter of my writing. Ahaha.

This is unedited. Purely off the bat, so if there are any errors....

*creepy virtual hug* ~20052013

Chapter 2: Kayleigh 

The sky's pink today! 

I jump out of bed, much to the irritation of Milada, who immediately fusses about, throwing a robe at me and straightening the sheets simultaneously. I never really understood how she managed to do that. 

I lay back and enjoy the swirling colours on the wallpaper. Pink merges into turquoise and forms whirls and swirls of different shades. It makes me so happy just to look at them! Milada flitters around me, conjuring up one of my favourite dresses, a sweet coral mermaid gown, embroidered with celeste flowers and beads. She then does my hair up in a quick braid, and in the matter of a few minutes, I am ready for breakfast. 

Do you know that feeling when everything's going so perfect that you can't help feeling that nothing can go wrong? I feel exactly that way as I dance down the marble staircase. Milada, having done her more immediate duties, just sits down on my shoulder and drifts off to sleep. I giggle and poke her cheek, causing her to wake up totally shocked. 

"Seriously, Kayleigh, can you not do that?" Her cheeks puff out indignantly and she crosses her arms. Despite the way she acts in the morning, she's still a child. "I've had to wake up so early just so that you could see the sun rise on the day of your mother's birthday. Just let me sleep already!' 

I stick my tongue out at her. 

"You know you can't do that, Mimi," I retort, using her embarrassing nickname. "Father wouldn't be too pleased with that." 

"Well, Roseanne, he wouldn't be too pleased hearing that his daughter didn't wake up on time for the sunrise." Her lips purse triumphantly at the sound of my middle name. She makes such a funny expression that I can't stay mad at her, and burst out laughing. Soon after, she starts laughing too. 

Our laughter abruptly stops when Father flings the garden door open. 

"What in the name of Thera is all the ruckus?" His eyes glint madly in the sunlight. We shut up, but exchange little looks and sly smiles. 

Father's moods are unpredictable. Sometimes, he wakes up with a huge grin on his face for some reason, then snaps at his handservant, Sigmund, for pulling the cords on his robe a bit too tight, and then weeps because he feels guilty about shouting at his loyal caretaker. It's hilarious, and he never actually hurts anyone. 

He's so cute, I love him to death. 

"Nothing, Father," I trill, and I change the subject, quite expertly, if I do say so myself. "It's quite chilly outside, isn't it? Let's go and have breakfast." 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sigmund gazing after Milada. She plays it cool by pretending that she hasn't noticed his puppy-eyed stare, but underneath her smooth facade and mane of waves, she blushes so red, she reminds me of a tomato. A small, floating cherry tomato. With wings. And sparkles. And-- 

"Whup!" I hit my head against the door and sprawl backwards. I hear shrieks, calls, cries... 

The world is getting fuzzy.... 

Where am I? 

The walls swirl in weird colours.... Oh, it's my room. I don't think I'm hurt in any way, other than a bump on my head that is still slightly sore. Ouch. I sit up, and at once, Milada flies over to me, and presses some sort of cold cloth to my bump that makes me wince at its coldness. Milada pushes away the hand that was slowly inching towards the cloth, ready to rip it off. It stings so badly! 

Milada, seeing my expression, mutters softly to herself, then pats my head. 

"Just bear with it for a while, Kay," she soothes, and presses her face into my hair. 

This is supposed to be a touching moment, I know, but with Milada being so small, I can't help but imagine her being lost in my hair. I crack up, and Milada, even though she doesn't know what is happening, joins in. 

I hear a distant scream. Milada abruptly stops laughing and starts yelping. I look back, and a figure jumps from the shadows. 

Everything turns black.