"Daddy what day is it today?", asked Luna, "Your birthday", I answered, "Yep!".
Like any ordinary day, I did us breakfast and she dressed up for school as i did, to arrive her.
The hours passed and we came back home and she was sinking in gifts.
Yes, I still tell her stories before she sleeps. Roger's 18 now. You guys missed the excitement! He met a girl called Gwen. They met in university , and they became close friends and he couldn't lie at himself anymore-he confessed to himself that he loved her.Gwen was the person he was waiting for all his life, she was the one who understood him, she could make him feel so comfortable, she could make him forget his ugly past and could make the present much less bitter. This was something beautiful, yet there was something ugly, maybe not so ugly to Roger, but his brother, prince Bill, passed away at 18 and Roger was 16 at that time. Obviously the most two who were deeply heartbroken were his twin and his mom. Therefore, Gabrielle went ill and weak-more ill than anyone expected. Actually, Roger expected so-Bill was her favorite, yet she didn't confess it in front of princess Molly, his younger sister, but she did confess it in his face.She used to let the maids beat him up if he ever annoyed Bill,and worse things i'm not going to tell you cause you're seven . All that hurt him so deeply, and that was the reason why he hated her, but still not as much as he hated his father. And of course he hated Bill.
Tonight we're going to continue the story.
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After the amazing day Roger spent with Gwen, he thought of telling her how he was feeling towards her, but he started thinking of the fact that he didn't really know her-it's just this year i met her. But he also started thinking that she was the one who rescued him from his sorrow, that she was the one who did what no one else did before-she understood him. She was the one who made him give up on his dark wishes of everyone being killed, or at least being away from him. With him remembering those wishes something gave him a chill..for the first time ever. He remembered the worst thing he ever done in his life, he remember the moment when he couldn't beat the hate that he was hiding in his heart. Roger No! No! You're not going to kill your brother. Roger I beg you. I'm so sorry. Roger! Roger No! Help me ! Somebody Help! He- He remembered the blood that is the same as his, he still remember the details of the sword he used to commit this crime, but he wasn't ready to recall. He..he could remember the look on Bill's face..the weakness in his eyes..for the first time he..he could feel it..regret. He started crying, he was no more thinking of the beauty of Gwen, he was thinking of the ugliness of himself. He was wondering if it was the time to inform the crowd with the mystery of a young prince's death. But what worried him the most is that..was he going to tell Gwen? Was it the right time? What was she going to do if she knew? Then he thought that if he wasn't ready to tell her he loved her, he of course wasn't ready to tell such an ugly secret of his. But this wasn't the only one. The non-solid yet heaviest bag Roger used to carry all the time was.. his bag of secrets.
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The Window
FantasyMagic is found by those who believe in it. My wife and daughter proved this to me. But will i be able to break hate's wall and go the magical land? I'm Robert Edwards and I will tell you a story that was written with a magical pen. A story of a wind...
