{The fifth of May, 1842}
Timothy and Delphi Chance stood over a cradle containing a beautiful child with eyes that seemed to never stop changing colour. Blue one instant, grey the next.
"Will she?" Delphi asked her husband fearfully. "Will she be the one?"
Timothy's face remained expressionless, as if he were pondering something. "I, sadly, would not be surprised if It came for her. She is technically the one of the prophecies. Look at her eyes; they won't stop changing colour, just like the girl's who It first came for."
Delphi brushed her hand against the cheek of her babe, tears starting to form in her eyes. The baby looked up at her with those strange eyes, innocent and unknowing.
"Willow Chance, you have a difficult life ahead of you," the mother murmured, picking up her child and cradling her just as her tearful eyes welled over and wet her cheeks.
Timothy hugged the shoulders of his wife. "We will do all we can," he reassured her softly. "All the unnecessary staff will be gone by the end of the day today; I will shut the gates with padlocks personally. We shall put up guards at each of the entrances, but she is never to know of them. She cannot know of the things we are trying to do, let alone what we are protecting her from. Willow will be safe."
"Willow will be safe..." Delphi repeated the words in a whisper. The babe in her arms reached up to touch her face and smiled widely. The mother smiled tearfully back. She bent down and touched their foreheads together, gently. "I love you, Willow."
The baby smiled again and murmured something that no one would ever know.
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It Has Come
FantasyMy name is Willow Chance. I live in a small town called Ervale. In Ervale, there is one major family that the rest of the town depends on for jobs for the unemployed and to boost their economy. That family is my family. A mansion of insurmountable s...
