The Abandoned Hatter

Prolouge

Third Person's P.O.V.

    A woman with hair as white as snow stood in a small room inside of a deteriorating cabin. A crib was near the window and a small cot was placed on the other side of the room.

    In her arms the woman carried a small baby girl and inside the crib laid a baby boy. The baby girl's eyes were full of tears as she gazed into her mother's icy blues.

"Hush, my rose still,

and look at the moon tonight

Do you see the shadows there?

This world is full of twisty frights

And spooks who love to scare

Feel how the wind blows through your bones."

The small baby's cries quieted as she heard her mother's voice and her twin brother turned in his sleep.

"See the treetops shake and shiver

Just like the wind, we take to flight

And make the grown men quiver

Luuluu..."

   The baby's eyes began to close as the lullaby continued.

"There is magic inside of you

Hush, my rose

Still, and watch as they fly away

With the moonlight on their wings."

The white haired woman began to lower her voice as her child slipped back into a deep slumber.

"You'll join their merry haunt someday

Hear how they howl and sing

Awooo..."

    The woman placed the baby into her crib and pulled a tattered red blanket over the sleeping babe. The twins immediately grasped onto one another in their sleep, something they did each night.

"There is magic inside of you

Light on your feet

Past windows you creep

Follow the cat as black as ink

One step ahead

While they're tucked in bed

You'll find secrets dark and secrets deep

Luuluu...

There is magic inside of you.."

  As her lullaby slowly came to an end the mother of two studied her small daughter and son. Her daughter had the same pale skin as herself and her small tuft of hair was black as night, like her father's. Her pale pink lips were in a small pout as she slept.

Her son was the opposite of his twin sister. His skin was a light caramel and his hair was a light brown. The two children had different fathers but were as close as siblings could be. The young woman slipped into the cot and fell asleep with thoughts of her children.