raven looked back to see if slade was still following her and continues walking to her home. she stops for a minute, she hears the lullaby her father sung to her as a child.Trigon was still a very handsome man and many women still flirted with him, however he never could love again after his wife died She walked in and leans on the wall smiling listening to him sing while watching work on a music box.
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"how does moment last forever
how dies a story never die
it is love we must hold onto
never easy but we try
sometimes our happiness is captured
Raven looks at the pictures of her mother Arella, her father made. She never knew what happened to her. she died when she was a baby and her father never talked about it.
sometimes a time and place stand still
but love lives on inside our hearts
and always will."
.he looks up to see his daughter walking over to him with bread and cheese. " oh raven." he said as she set down the plate. " its a beautiful music box." she said and she was right it was a beautiful golden windmill but when you opened it you could see a home with a man painting a women and a baby the women looked like her mother. " thank you but its not finished could you hand me a-" he begins and sees raven holding some tweezers. " ah thank you." he fixes part of the box. " i also need a-" raven holds out another gear. " no no ...actually yes that's exactly what i need. thank you " he takes it and puts it in the music box.
raven picks up a music box walks to the other side of the desk. she sighs and sets it down. " father do you think am.. odd?" she asks. he looks up. "odd.. my Daughter odd wear did you get that idea like that?". she shrugs. "people talk." trigon nods in understanding. " small village the people will be small minded as well, however small also means safe." raven gives him a look and takes out a trunk and starts cleaning as he continues. "even in Azarath i knew a girl like you so...ahead of her time..." he said softly remembering his dear wife. " different ....people made fun of her...until the day they found themselves intimating her." he said with a smile remembering that day well. raven stood up and walked to his side. "please please tell me at least one more thing about her." raven begged. he barley ever talked about her and raven wanted to know everything about her but her father was still hurting after her death. trigon stopped working on the music box and sat up.
after thinking for a moment he sighed. "your mother was..fearless." raven looked at him waiting for him to continue. "fearless." he repeated and shut the opened music box. raven sighed knowing that was the end of discussion . her father got up and put his hat on and picked up the music box. raven followed him out as he put the music box in the back of the wagon and climbed sat in the front. she hands him the reins and leans on the wagon. " so do you want from the market? ". raven thought for a minute. " A black rose like in the painting." she said.
" you usually ask for a book why a rose this year?" he asks. she shrugs. " Because i know you'll get it." she said. he smiled. " then i shall bring it to you i promise." he said. she gave him a small smile. " goodbye father." "goodbye raven." raven walked onto the porch. "alright come on William you know the way." he said to there horse as they rode off. " ill see you tomorrow." raven said. " yes tomorrow....with the black rose." he said as he rode away from her sight. she sighed " stay safe." she walked inside her home and starts drawling two black birds flying around a black rose. She got up after she was done and started grinding up soap to make shavings and puts them in a bag.
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