In The Wood

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My take on Goldilocks and the Three bears. Enjoy\m/

 

 In The Wood 09/18/2016

Beware the bears they said,

Over and over,

Spoken over the years,

Beware the bears,

They favor those with golden hair,

It was a myth,

I gathered nothing to fear,

So into the woods,

In the cover of darkness,

I made with abandoned haste,

In the heart of the woods,

I found myself,

I was lost,

I was alone,

Beware the bears,

They would  say,

They prey over those whose locks are gold,

I heard a footstep,

where everything else was silent,

Taking a sharp intake of breath,

As I heard a  bloodcurdling growl,

that sent shivers down my spine,

Turning slowly my eyes widened with fear,

There was the monster,

The bears were quite real,

Long was her brown hair,

Eyes were blue,

As she looked at me,

And I looked at her,

There were others that joined her,

Mirror images,

Long was their brown hair,

Eyes that were blue,

All female,

They accosted me,

coddled me,

whispered in a tongue,

I could barely understand,

as they kept touching my hair,

my golden ringlets,

I stayed in the forest,

beware the bears they said,

I learned their was nothing to fear,

Long was their brown hair,

Eyes that were blue,

Gold was my hair,

as were my cubs too.

© 2016  T.B. Morte

 

 

 

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The Fallen Queen

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A follow-up to my recent alternate Snow -White fairy tale. From the POV of “The Sweet Prince”.  Enjoy ❤ Belleen

 

The Fallen Queen 09/13/2016

Dark was my heart,

pale was her skin,

she loved me still,

it echoed through me,

Would she love me still,

if she really understood,

that I was more monster than man,

Damned beyond forgiveness,

 

I am no longer the Prince,

But an aconite of lust,

The vassal of the Queen,

made of flesh and bone,

Her whim is my command,

No matter how perverse,

Its the only world I know,

This cascade of  exquisite darkness,

 

The Queen was captured,

My beloved made sure of that,

Her wrath swaddled in justice,

As my captor was made to dance in hot irons,

Her cries brought  a silent agony,

Our endgame  destroyed too soon,

 

She will slowly die,

And I along with her,

My sweet Princess,

Can she feel my secret pain?

Will she love me still,

If she knew the truth,

That I loved the woman,

who is dying in the fire,

 

The princess whose pale as snow,

Conquered the fallen queen,

But destroyed the heart of  what she claimed to have loved the most,

The Prince  the creature of the Queen.

 

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

 

 

 

The Villetry of Fae

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It seems we are clearly in the Alternate Fairy Tale phase again.  Please enjoy the following selection.

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mama Belleen

 

The Villetry of Fae 09/01/2016

There lies our dearest Beauty,
Deep in slumber,
Wrapped in gossamer,
Guarded by cobweb,
For an eternity,
Our beauty will slumber,

For there was no choice,
The spell had to be cast,
It was for the best,
Although many tears were shed,
To protect what we loved,
Against the others,
More importantly against Beauty herself,

This spell was cast before,
To salve Maleficent’s curse,
Beauty would receive true love’s kiss,
And things would begin anew,

There was another part of the curse,
No one knew save yet Maleficent,
It died with her as the prince destroyed her,
The kiss of the Prince carried the trace of Insanity,

As our Beauty awakened with life,
She could only see death,
So death she caused,
Her thirst for bloodlust could not be slaked,

Her Father the King battered and tortured,
Next was her mother the Queen burnt at the stake,
Quick work was made of the Prince with a beheading,
My sisters Flora and Fauna met a fate worse than death,
Their wings were ripped and torn asunder,
I being left the only survivor,

For what is a fairy without their wings?
Our beauty did this,
The princess we loved as a babe,
Guarded as a child,
Our Beauty in the end Maleficent’s gift,

So the spell was cast,
I muttered the incantation with a heavy heart,
As I became the villain,
Beauty fell into the deepest of slumbers,
This time no Prince to come with a rescuing kiss,
Only I the fairy Merriweather to watch over her,
Till the end of days,

My Briar Rose,
My darling Beauty,
My bane made of thorns.

©2016 T.B.Morte

The Sweet Prince

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The Bone Mother returns with a fresh helping of bones for the garden!  Returning to  my fairy tale roots with a interesting twist to “Snow White & Prince Charming”.  I decided to go with prose format to give a more haunted tone.  This is dedicated to a very special person my waifchu a London Amaterasu-Hecate an incredible person I met at a very cool place.  Thank you London for being my rock and anchor in the stormy seas ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

 

The Sweet Prince 08/30/2016

Did I know him?
They would ask me,
Should I laugh at these curious inquiries?
Or do I frown in scorn?
Of course I knew him,

You all know the tale,
The royal children,
The princess whose skin was pale as snow,
The prince whose destiny was to be charming,
Our parents celebrating our future before we could crawl,

When mother died,
Our destiny bound tighter,
As Father was determined to honor the pact,
So we grew up together,
Fighting and tumbling,
we did everything together,
Over the years our hearts grew fonder,

Then one day a stranger entered our kingdom,
Whose beauty was shrouded in mystery,
And there began my misery,
As she took everything away from me,
All I held dear,

My stepmother with her tricks of illusion,
Slowly killed my doting father,
Bound me in chains and slavery,
Leaving me to the whims of her pet Hunter,

But what I could not and will not forgive,
Is the breaking of my sweet prince,
Broken in spirit,
Twisted in mind,
Destroyed of heart,

Did I know him?
You would ask this of me?
I knew him the best,
Loved him the most,

I loved him,
Before the dwarves,
Before the poisonous apple,
Before I knew what love was,
I loved the Prince,

Even in madness,
As I no longer the see the charming prince,
But the creature the Queen has made,
Dark is his heart,
Pale is my skin,
I love him still.

©2016 T. B.Morte

The Story of Silence : (Vol. V of the Seven “When Silence Spoke”)

 

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The Story of Silence : (Vol. V of the Seven “When Silence Spoke”)

The problem with Silence is that she never knew what to say. She did not know how to respond to the actions of others. She was unsure of how to speak to others, so long ago made the decision to no longer speak. It was easier that way to simply no longer talk. Silence being the youngest out of seven children would be considered the most cherished and the most adored. She often found herself being ignored, her other six sisters had stronger personalities and required their mother’s attention more.

Silence was left to her own devices. And so she made the choice to linger in between worlds. While the other siblings fled away to the mortal plane. Silence felt abandoned in her own mind- she was the forgotten child. And so a child’s form she chose to remain.

In the realm of Light and Shadows is where Silence had called home. For she had no other it was all that she knew. But she was never alone there was another who also bore the blood with that of which could not die. There was also Discord, the sister of war, a being of malice and strife. Discord never left Silence alone.

She mocked and tormented Silence every day, night, and hour. Reminding her how she had been forgotten by her sisters and mother. Discord pointed out how Silence was never loved and could not be loved. For who could love someone who never spoke? Silence hated to be reminded of what seems to be true. Silence hated Discord, but could not be compelled to speak out against her.

Silence said nothing and accepted the words of Discord. Over the passages of decades, centuries, and eons. This was their mantra executed with precision. Discord would torment Silence over and over. In the corner of a cave Silence sat, huddled and scared. As hateful words were shouted at her. Leaving her mad and broken forever screaming inside. She prayed finally for it to be over. For anyone at this point to make it all go away.

The day had came when the wish of Silence was finally granted. While Discord went on her tirade of hate. There came something Silence thought she would never see again. Behind Discord stood six beautiful women all clad in black. Silence stood up staring wide-eyed in pure disbelief. All six of her sisters were there as if they had never left. Discord stopped and took a step back as Silence stood up. Slowly Discord turned around as she found herself face to face with someone who could teach lessons in tormenting.

“You.” Discord spat.

“Yes. Me. Actually us.”

“You shouldn’t be here Torment.” Discord had uttered accusingly  as she tried to back away “You left long ago. All of you did, you all left and left this one here behind.” Discord motioned to Silence while the six women had formed a circle around the two.

“This is our home, we sometimes come back from time to time. We are simply picking up something we left behind long ago. Something that should not have been left behind in the first place.” Torment added as her eyes deadlocked with that of Silence.

“Stillhet. Come here.” Another woman’s voice spoke as she reached out her hand to Silence.

Silence did not say anything or move. She knew who the other woman was. It was Darkness, it was her other sister. Darkness had always been kind to her, there was that moment of conflict to stay where she was or run to the loving embrace of Darkness. Although it would not change how she felt. She had a millennia to be reminded of how she had been left alone.

It was as if her sisters already knew how Silence had felt. As she looked at them- all of them there was remorse in their eyes. Even now Silence still did not know what to say. What could she say?

“Silence go to Darkness.” Torment commanded.

Although she was glad that her sisters remembered the nicknames their mother gave each of them. Silence refused to move. Who was Torment to command her to do anything? After centuries of not being around and left Silence to be tormented? Torment nor any of her other sisters could command Silence to do anything that she did not want to. And so Silence did something most unspeakable. She actually spoke.

“I will not! ” Silence announced.

The Seven other women looked at Silence in awe, the twins known as Envy & Vanity cringed in disbelief. But no one was in more pure shock than Discord. The look on Discord’s face was the combination of fascination and terror. The words she tried to shout came out stuttering.

“She just talked. For a thousand years she has said nothing.” Discord sputtered.

The six sisters of Silence: Torment, Darkness, Regret, Pride, Vanity, and Envy. Moved closer to Silence and Discord. Tightening the circle cornering the two like hungry carrion.

“You would know this because? You have been faithfully been protecting her?” The woman called Pride asked.

“You were looking out for her best interests?” Spoke the woman whose name was Regret.

“You came to love her like your own?” Darkness added scornfully.

“Lies. You like harming innocent children. ” The twins Vanity and Envy said together.

“You spent a thousand years breaking my sister’s mind poisoning her thoughts. For no other reason than that you were simply bored. You’re one sick bitch Discordia.” Torment finally joining in.

“Don’t come here with your stones of judgement. You all left not even bothering to take her with you. At least I stayed instead of dallying with mortals. My powers are intact can we say the same for yours?”

Torment as her eyes glowed fiery red grabbed Discord by the throat lifting Discord into the air . A ray of dark energy overtook the surrounding space. It was so heavy and crippling nearly bringing all the women to their knees.

“Care to find out Discord?”

“All is fair in the matters of love and war Torment.”

“That’s funny you mentioned your brother Discord. If I recall correctly I killed your brother War. Before I kill you as well. Since I promised I would always avenge my sisters, and that means all of them. My sister Silence needs to know that we never meant to leave her, she could have said something. Never be afraid to speak up Silence, speak up against your enemies , but also speak up to your family.”

“That’s so sweet Torment! You finally tell her this after all this time. After the damage has been done. Look at her, a pathetic child that cannot talk. You should all be proud of yourselves. I did you bitches a favor.” Discord laughed.

“ENOUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Silence screamed. She screamed it over and over. She screamed it with everything she had in her. The fury, the frustration, the bitterness. It all came out in a overflow of emotion, she was angry. Silence had just been so angry. Years of anger just came out as it poured all over her from head to toe. She felt herself becoming taller, her body getting fuller, and bones stretching as she screamed.

Her scream vibrated across the bodies of Discord and her sisters. Discord screamed in pain as she tried lowering herself to the ground. But the anger of Silence was too much for Discord as her body exploded. Darkness ran over to Silence hugging her as she kept screaming.

Darkness embraced Silence till the screaming had stopped. Darkness held Silence until she pried herself from her arms. When she let go she was no longer a child, her anger had made her a woman. Silence looked at all six of her sisters and they looked back at her.

They were now finally all equal.

©2016 T.B. Morte from “The Seven Interlogues”

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Dead Men Tell No Tales 07/27/2016

Dead men tell no tales,

At least that is what has been told to thee,

As my love and I oscillated towards the sea,

Further into the waves we danced to and fro,

The kelp wrapping around  our ankles,

While cuttlefish tickled our toes,

Further into the sea we were pulled,

I was not afraid for I felt at home,

As I looked into my lover’s eyes,

Beguiled he was deeply enchanted ,

Failed to noticed the water levels had risen,

Or that my form had changed,

My legs gone replaced by spined fish tail,

Propelling us deeper into the ocean,

I heard my love cry out as his lungs were filled with salt water,

The lack of oxygen did him in,

Pity my jolly sailor bold,

As he went  limp in my arms,

I released my love and watched his body float towards the depths below,

Pity that he loved  a siren,

His story will be kept silent forever by his death,

For a dead man cannot tell a mermaid’s tale.

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

The Story of Vanity & Envy :(Vol. IV of the Seven) “Death of the Dinner Party”

The Story of Vanity & Envy: (Vol. IV of The Seven) “Death of the Dinner Party”

Vanita did everything she was supposed to do. All the requirements for she had decided to carry on about her way as if there was nothing wrong. Who would be able to tell really? That the smile she carried was false, that the pleasantness that resonated in her tone was forced. Deep down inside of Vanita’s core she was angry and for her it was an emotion that she had not experienced much before. Unlike the other daughters of Immortality, “Vanity” as her mother nicknamed her did not have much to be upset about.

Vanita was beautiful, adored, and loved. Why would she need to be angry or upset about anything? Those were ugly emotions, ugly feelings, and unwanted things. Vanita required things of beauty and adoration. So quite calmly Vanita made the decision the reason of her anger had to go-be abolished, removed, and eradicated. Whatever it would take she would do no cost was too high.

Vanita would kill her spouse. That was the cause of the ugliness. The root of her problem. Her husband’s behavior had become appalling and no longer could she tolerate it. For it was now causing the emotions of anger, rage, and soon tears if things were to continue. Tears of Vanity were a forbidden thing.

Vanita cared for her husband Hendrick she really really did as he did love her. It was mutual in the grand scheme of things. He even loved all her friends, acquaintances, anything of the female form-Hendrick truly loved. Vanita did not care about that it was when the female forms became younger and younger in age. Where their faces were more child-like than adult. It caused her brow to furl in concern. The salacious looks he would give them whenever they walked by him, and sometimes the salacious looks the young swans would give back. Although children of Immortality didn’t have much moral qualms. Even Vanita knew that there was something wrong and improper.

Why would her husband desire children in bed when he had her? Vanity who was once deemed “A goddess of beauty”. What did they have that she did not? That infuriated her beyond belief. And so the only way to stop this behavior was to kill Hendrick and be done with it. Vanita knew she could call in a professional avenger as it was promised to her so many centuries ago. If she needed avenging all she had to was ask, but as these were now modern times and Vanita was very happily a “modern woman”. She would do this task alone.

As she approached the gate of her home, she felt confident in her task ahead. So everything was done in normality, with a perfect smile and bubbly tone. She even went as far by making her neighbor an apple pie. But as Vanita stepped through her doorway she knew something was wrong. The energy tingled through her being- Vanita knew that energy very well since her time in the womb. She knew someone else was home.

There was her mirror imaged twin sitting calmly on the sofa. Vanita gave her twin sister Vidia a cold stare. She was not pleased to see her but she never was. Vidia always loved Vanita since they were small children, always clung to her , always tried being in Vanita’s shadow. It was frustrating and no matter how badly Vanita treated her twin. Vidia always came back like the loyal pet who tried to stray from its owner.  Vanita was not happy to see her especially today.

“Vidia. Why are you here?” Vanita asked sighing.

Vidia who held a scythe-like knife in her hand the gleam of the blade shone in the shadows. “Because you have a need of me.” and as Vidia continued “Is this what you were going to perform the crime with? A sacred weapon?” Vidia scoffed at her sister as if she were a naughty child.

Vanita not even bothering to ask how her twin knew of her plans. There was no point they were able to read each others minds and able to travel outside the realms of space and time to be with each other. “Did you have a better suggestion Envy?” The last word being said with much force but knowing the nickname their mother gave Vidia would leave a mark.

“Yes I do Vanity.” Vanita said with more warmth.

“So its not the crime you disagree with just the method?”

“Indeed. Why bother with a knife my sister when poison is so much better.” As Vidia stood up and walked around her twin whispering with a seductive hiss “So much neater. Less mess. Less ugly.” Knowing the last comment would linger with Vanita.

“You are right my sister. Poison will make it beautiful.” Vanita remarked happily.

And so they plotted and planned most carefully. Vanita actually agreed that in this matter that “two heads were better than one” and was glad that Vidia was willing to help more and judge less. They decided the best way to execute said plan was to throw a dinner party giving Hendrick the husband of Vanita a chance to show off one final time. Everyone that Hendrick had loved so dear would be invited. Meaning every woman the couple both knew.

The night of the dinner party everything was done in perfection: Couture clothing, Five star catering , even a band was hired. Vanita came up with the  theme of “Masquerade” so all the attendees came in masks and other forms of Renaissance garb. It was a beautiful evening, Vanita and Vidia both garbed in white looked like goddesses of olden times. Hendrick also garbed in white looked like a masked fairy tale prince. He was a most charming and gracious host walking arm-in-arm with his wife and sister-in-law greeting everyone in high style. What he did not know of was the vial of poison placed carefully between the cleft of his wife’s breasts.

A simple concoction really: Leaves of belladonna, stems of henbane, seeds of Strych, petals of oleander. Cyanide could have been also effective but sometimes the old ways were better.

As all the ladies took their places at the dinner table they encouraged the male host Hendrick to make a speech. Their dear darling Hendrick, so handsome, so wonderful. Vanita thought as she watched him talk so boastfully. It was a pity that they didn’t know the ugliness that laid within him. Their precious Hendrick who was a cheat and desired children in lascivious ways. Would they still want him then? Or would they feel like she did? The anger? The disgrace? The ugliness?

Poor Hendrick was not able to finish his speech the convulsions took over as the blood frothed from his mouth. As he convulsed to death into his perfect plate of food, there was pandemonium of women running everywhere screaming and suddenly convulsing to their deaths. Vanita looked in pure shock as there were multiple dead bodies everywhere. There was only to be one corpse. The corpse being her husband.

“YOU KILLED EVERYONE!” Vanita screamed in rage.

Vidia who stepped over a dead body walked calmly to where her sister stood. “Correction. We killed everyone” as she wrapped an arm around her sister’s waist.

Vanity whose eyes just kept bulging whispered in a hoarse tone “How?”.

Vidia smirked and used her free hand to dive between the cleft of her breasts to pull out a vial. “I used cyanide.”

Vanita just looked at her sister and was prepared to back-hand her to the next century. Her attention hogging twin had ruined her perfect murder! All these corpses caused a most ugly sight. Yet before she could execute that slap a dark mass of energy had conjured. The energy felt so heavy so hateful it caused the twins to cringe. Torment their older sister had come after all.

There she was in all her dark perfection, clad in back, still looking so beautiful despite all the horror she carried with her. Vanity & Envy said nothing they both knew better than to interfere. Never interfere with Torment or else she could just turn on you.

Torment walked around surveying the dead bodies. She said nothing, the twins also said nothing. It was a stand-off of immortal forces not knowing who would win or who would be destroyed. Finally Torment spoke “This is your handiwork?” looking to both Vanita and her twin.

“Yes.” They answered in unison.

“You killed your husband to avenge innocent children.” as Torment continued “I can appreciate that.”

“The other dinner guests….”

“Envy killed them unnecessarily.” Vanita interjected.

“Needed to be killed also. Never leave witnesses.” Torment added.

Envy stuck her tongue out at Vanity. Which unable to help herself Vanita slapped her twin across her most perfect face. Then more slaps followed until Torment herself stepped between them and grabbed Vanity’s wrist with a deadly grip.

“Enough.”

“You are both coming with me. I have plans for you two.”

And so the murdering one, became the murdering three.

©T.B.Morte from the “The Seven Interlogues”

Ave Dementia

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I bring you fresh words from the garden.  Enjoy!

 

Ave Dementia 07/06/2016

Ave Dementia!

I  greet thee,

Most beloved,

With sister rage,

and brother sorrow,

We call to thee,

Come join us in tragedy’s  revelry,

with the festival that never ends,

Tis a gathering of souls,

The Lost,

The Forgotten,

The Broken,

The Damned,

Miscreants gather at the sound of the broken horn,

Come join us,

As we  dance under the shadows,

Our circle stands strong,

As we gleam under the pale  beams of the silvery moon,

The song has been sung,

Do you not hear the music of the nightingales?

Ave Dementia!

We call to thee,

Harken us!

Join us and become one  of the damned beloved.

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

 

 

On the Eighth Day

On the Eighth Day 05/10/2016

On the eighth day she was given oblivion,

it was a solution to all the madness,

it was said it would take away all the pain,

On the seventh day she was given heartbreak,

she knew the way that knife could cut,

seductively and with precision along her skin,

On the sixth day she was given indecision,

the roads so twisted where one nightmare ended,

another nightmare began,

On the fifth day she was given temptation,

a beguiling gift of extravagant grandeur,

sweet was temptation but left her bitter,

On the fourth day she was given illusion,

the power to make everything beautiful,

hiding the marred with optical glamors,

On the third day she was given love eternally,

a gift she knew would not remain immortal,

Loved she did eternally  both a blessing and curse,

On the second day she was given Chaos,

A friend in discord was a friend indeed,

chaos and discord made great bedfellows,

On the first day she was given the knife,

the knife she kept close to her heart,

the knife to find her oblivion.

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

 

Deliverance (A Prequel Story)

Greetings:

This was a prequel story of “Human Skin” documenting the day of Krysanthe Starflower’s (the main Protagonist) of the novel “Human Skin” birth.  This is the POV from Krysanthe’s father, Lord Caesarion Starflower.  Later on will post that of her mother.

 

Pax,

Tragedienne

Deliverance 08/11/2013-08/18/2013

There was an eerie silence outside the maternity ward. Caesarion Starflower thought that seemed rather strange, although today seemed very different in general.  He could not describe why this day was different; it  simply was.  No sound of newborns crying, or   whispering of the  Medicus and their assistants talking to each other. No voices of excited parents or their families, no sounds of screaming mothers in the throes of labor pains.

There were no sounds at all, not since hours earlier, when one  woman wailed in deep misery: Caesarion’s own wife.

 

This was not Caesarion’s first trip to the delivery room, but he did entertain a small hope it would be his last.  In the hours previously, his wife had given birth to the couple’s fifth child. Even that, in the opinion of some, would be considered too many progeny.   “Three trips to the delivery room leading to five children, including a set of triplets, seemed like quite enough for anyone, particularly the Keeper of the Realm.”

 

But who was to tell the newly-appointed Keeper of the Northern Realm that he could not have as many offspring as he wanted?  The mantle had been passed on by his father, the now retired Lord Alexander, the second Keeper of the Realm . Caesarion was the third to hold the title  along with all the responsibilities that came with it.  To earn the title, Caesarion had fought countless battles as one of the Fianna, won the war against the Swan-kin, and provided the Starflower family with not only one son but  three.

 

Caesarion would rather have been in meetings with dignitaries or planning a battle with the  Fianna  than be stuck in the delivery room for the birth of yet another child. But still he was here. He had been in attendance for the birth of every one of his children, and this fifth child would be no exception. Never mind that there was already talk of child looking ”different,” that she had been born without the traditional Starflower family traits. There would be talk of the questioning of the child’s fey-kin heritage, which would of course be squashed.

 

Staring into the  window of the nursery, he could see his newest babe.  She was swaddled in pink blankets identifying her gender.  Solemnly she slept without the aid of a pacifier. In Caesarion’s experience, that was a rare ability.  His four other children required one immediately after being parted from their mother after being born.  Caesarion could see the child’s barely-there wisps of blonde hair. It was not the traditional ice-blonde locks the Starflowers were known for.  As if the baby could tell she was being looked upon, slowly she opened her sapphire-colored eyes.

 

Sapphire eyes.  His wife’s eyes.  With this child, Lady Melusina’s genes were very strong, which could be damning depending on who  was speaking.   A million thoughts ran inside Caesarion’s head all at once.

 

Suddenly Caesarion heard a familiar voice behind him, echoing his unspoken thoughts .

 

“How many trips to the maternity ward are you and Melusina going to be making, brother?” Lord Augustus asked.

 

“I thought with the triplets it was going to stop,” Caesarion said with a dry chuckle.

 

“Think of it as celebrating your newest appointment. Keeper of the Realm,” Lord Augustus responded with the same dry humor.

 

“Then we are both celebrating it, Prime Commander,”  Caesarion acknowledged with a smile.   Augustus Starflower was Caesarion’s younger and only brother.  He had been  appointed Prime Commander by their father of the entire Northern Realm’s army. Keeping track and control over an entire  army was no small feat.

 

“Your newest  pixie is beautiful. She looks like a replica of Melusina.  She will grow up to be a great beauty,” Augustus  remarked.

 

“Yes, I know.” Caesarion answered  quickly.

 

“Although I notice the obvious lack of platinum blonde in those wisps of hair, my brother.  And those eyes are not the Starflower turquoise…”

 

“Melusina says she was born with golden blonde hair, and as she grew older, her hair changed to raven black.” Caesarion cut in.

 

“So this time around, Melusina’s genes are dominant, you think?”

 

“What do you think?  Why have you come here, brother?” Caesarion asked, annoyed.

 

“Why, to see my newest niece, of course! Besides, little Meridia here wanted to see her new cousin as well.” Augustus pointed down to the child next to him.

 

Caesarion looked down, almost embarrassed.  He hadn’t even notice that his brother had brought his only child.  Three-year-old Meridia Starflower looked up at Caesarion with her beautiful turquoise eyes.  Her elvish ears had were sticking out, her hair placed behind them.  The ears marked her as a true Feykin child. She looked strikingly similar to Caesarion’s four other children.

 

“Hello Tatü,” Meridia said, smiling.

 

“Why hello, Meridia. I did not see you there,”  Caesarion said plainly.

 

Augustus lifted his little daughter into his arms so that she could get a better view of the newborn behind the glass.

 

“What do you think of your new cousin?” Augustus asked his daughter.

 

“She looks different,”  Meridia said, squinting.

 

Caesarion was suddenly not looking forward to the responses his four other children were going to give him when they would be finally brought in to see their newest sibling.

 

Augustus was determined to acknowledge what his brother Caesarion refused to say out loud.  “Melusina’s genes were examined quite heavily before your marriage.  That recessive gene of the  Stormholme family is nearly non-existent, but that does not mean it cannot re-appear,” Augustus began.

 

“I am aware, brother.  And I will tell you and whoever else may decide to think of such a thing.

 

My daughter is not a human-kin. No child of mine is a human,” Caesarion, Keeper of the Northern Realm, declared.

 

©2013 Tragedienne Belle Morte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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