Genesis of Evil | Evillious Chronicles

Alice Merry-go-Round Part 2/2

The moonlight shone a light gleam on the small glass bottle in the palm of her hand. Attached to a chain strung around her neck, the bottle held nothing but the moonlight it reflected. In her other hand, she supported a bundled child. He was sleeping peacefully. His mother had just sung him to sleep. 

Her long, soft blue hair spilled out of her hair ties and into curling strands on the floor and on her shoulders. Her eyes looked distant. Dull. Lifeless, if not for her beating heart and rushing blood. 

Queen Alice Merry-go-Round gazed bleakly out the window and into the shadowed night. Nobody would disturb her at this hour, nobody even knew she was awake. It had been hours since her maid blew out the candles and shut her door. And it would be many more until she closed her eyes again. This was evident by the heavy lines under her eyes. A deep contrast to her pale skin. Maria didn't sleep much anymore. Really, ever since she found the bottle. She found it at the Temple of Sin- a place of religion and worship. Said to be the place the Ark of Sin landed, bringing the third period about and ending the second period. A place Maria visited quite often. 

The stirring of her son upset her, bringing a frown on her tired features. She began gently shaking her knee where her son half lay.

"Shh, shh.." Maria whispered. She placed the bottle back in it's place at her chest, and reached over to stroke her son's face. "Hush my Adam. There's no reason to cry," when her son continued his increasingly loud wails, she became distraught. "No, no. This is a happy place. Don't worry, my sweet." The girl sighed, and grabbed at her bottle again. "My mother and father protect us, baby, we're okay. We're okay." 

Maria froze, mid sentence. As if she had been hit with a realization. Her grip tightened around the bottle, but her gaze shifted down to the glass. Her dull eyes brightened, mouth open slightly.

The sobbing of her son seemed to disappear as she phased out. Her mind seemed to be across the glass somewhere.

"Mother... father..." Maria's expression was worried. "How am I to do that?" It melted into realization, but in a split second concern once more. "Y...you are telling the truth, right? Mother? Father? You do trust me, right?" a pause. Adam's crying turned to sniffles and chokes. "I am your daughter, right? I'm not just a doll like the senate treats me?"

Maria's knuckles turned white with force as she squeezed the bottle. Just when it might have broken, her eyes returned to normal, she dropped the glass. She hugged her son close, and his crying stifled. "I know what to do, my son. You don't have to cry."