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' prologue ' ; annette

the skies shook as the ocean screamed cyan tides against jagged rocks. whaling was pressed within cobblestone walls as a fire-kissed infant took her first breath with sharp gasps. a father had cloaked his welcoming hands around her miniscule frame, dismissing the fresh blood that had shrouded the newborn naturally. a mother was left in bed, her tears staining rosette cheeks that had been home to beads of sweat which were warm to the touch; the smallboned woman dazzedly shuttered her eyes as she mustered a single breath;

' Zadedrim, take care of her, '

the father taking his darkened iris' off of his beaut of an offspring, draping a fearful expression against his beloved. her weakened expression was drawn to a close, her husband approaching her demeanor with the small child in the cradle of his arms. saltine tears braced his eyes, the womans appendages lightly gracing the dampened strands of her baby with a shaken touch. the child's cries were replaced with the whaling of her father; letting her breaths dance across his lips one last time.

' I want you to . . . '

she strained, gasping so sharply for the oxygen that had trouble filling her broken lungs.

' name her after your greatest promise, '

the beaut had exhaled. the brooding male was seen with a poor expression, his tears collecting at the edge of his jaw which were grown with dark stubble. hairs were watered with his own tears, the child attempting to pry her eyes open as the mother began to close hers.

' I will name her after you, '

he managed to press against her ear, knowing she had heard his words because of the broken smile she left in this world. his shaken hands cradled the child with definite attention, his hand being released from the mother's grip as her colden digits were caught passed. he held the beginning in one of his hands, whilst the remnants of the end were draped in his soaked palm; the flesh of his fist attempting to whipe away fresh tears that hadn't paused. with a single breath, the still air was quieted as he kept the cold child close to him, pressing a micro-kiss against her porcelain cheek.

" My Annette. "