Lone Prince

Lovely voices

My sister and I had sat for some hours in her room on the bed talking simply about what we had been doing since she had gone when we were children.

Our parents had died so I went to an orphanage. She had supposedly died. so she had been buried. She had woken up in a pitch black tight space, I understood what she had meant having just done that not long ago. She was met by pure luck that her grave was being robbed. A blessing. He saw her eyes open with fear and ran screaming. She climbed her way out and found herself on a generous couples doorstep. They tried finding her parts first but found that they had died. There was no evidence of a sister, they played me off as an imaginary friend.

She lived happily, being spoiled by the couple who wanted children but couldn't have any. She was a blessing to them as they were to her. The life she lived after finding them was perfect. I had no luck living in a dumpy old building with other children screaming, running, all around being annoying. They seemed so happy though. I sat in silence on my bed staring out the window in sadness.

"Charles, someone else you haven't met, and myself are going. I want you to stay here under the protection of the Nephilim." I finally said. I struggles to say it because I didn't want her to go with us. Being with me would only cause trouble.

"You can't just get up and leave me again!" She yelled turning around in the chair.

"I'll come back. I have... important business to attend to." I said harshly.

"Important business? And I can't come why?" She asked.

"Because it's dangerous, you need not go." I said with authority. She stood.

"I can't believe you!" She screamed locking herself in the bathroom.

" Don't do this Victoria. I'm sure you know exactly what I plan to do." I said against the door, jiggling the knob.

"Go away!" She yelled. This reminded me off when we were children. The only way to get her out was to get my mother to sing through the door. She had a beautiful voice.

My sister would come out and my mom would sit in the rocking chair and sing to her for hours as she curled up into a ball. I would sit at her legs and sing along silently. Memorizing every word she ever sang.

I still remembered all of the songs. It happened quite often. A fight over a toy, who got which bowl for a meal, simple stupid things. I began to slid down against the door. Leaning against it my back rested comfortably.

I began singing after all it was the only thing I could do, it was stupid but the thought of our mother warmed my heart.

"Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part

Baby of mine

Little one when you play

Pay no heed to what they say

Let your eyes sparkle and shine

Never a tear

Baby of mine

If they knew all about you

They'd end up loving you too

All those same people who scold you

What they'd give just for the right to hold you

From your head down to your toes

You're not much, goodness knows

But you're so precious to me

Sweet as can be

Baby of mine" I sang. I had begun to cry toward the end. I knew she was an adult know. She was eighteen. Though I figured it would get her to unlock the door, maybe.

I heard the granular click of the door unlocking and a creak. I saw her peek her head out.

"You sound just like mother." She sobbed with a smile. She open the door all the way and hugged me. I rocked back and fourth as we cried on the floor .

"You can go, I'll stay here but promise me you'll come back." She said.

"I promise." She put her pinky up and I put mine up. "Promise."

We stood and walked to the bed we laid quietly holding hands. To have my sister back laying next to me was the best thing to happen since I came here.

"Can you sing some more?" She asked.

" Of course." I answered. I sang more lullabies as we lay there letting memories of our mother play out in our mind.

I had been adopted from the orphanage awhile after arriving. My second mother was who Will had talked about. I had memories from her to. I sang one lullaby that Victoria didn't know.

"Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep my little baby.

When you wake you shall have

All the pretty little horses.

Black and bays, dapples, grays,

All the pretty little horses.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep my little baby.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep my little baby.

When you wake you shall have

All the pretty little horses."

"I don't remember that one?" She said when I finished.

"I know. Mom never sang it. Someone else did. I really liked that. I thought you might to." I whispered.

"I did. Anything your voice sings I love. It sounds so pretty." She replied squeezing my hand. I kept singing until we fell asleep holding hands in peace. As if the world were still young and we had no troubles.