The auburn curls of a four year old boy radiated in the sun. His small frame danced along the lakefront, his toes barely wet. “Mommy, it’s cold!”
“Of course it is sweetheart, it’s september,” I pointed out to my son as I approach him and lifted him into my arms. It was a nice hot day, although the water was far too cold for swimming.
“I wanna swim!” Noah insisted, but I shook my head.
“Baby, it’s too cold!”
“Last one in's a rotten egg,” Victor insisted, stripping his shirt off and making a run for the shore.
Hesitantly, I set Noah down and watched him run after his father.
“You two be careful!” I shouted, although they were both already in the water, Victor holding Noah so that Noah wouldn’t drown.
Once the two boys finally came out of the water I brought them towels and sandwiches. Out of the forest that surrounded the castle came a small girl, who seemed to be about Noah’s age. She seemed tired and lost, and so Victor and I offered her help in the same way that Kain and Victor’s family had offered me help when I was tired and lost.
That little girl grew up to marry Noah Montgomery, son of Victor and Isabelle Montgomery.
The end.
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To Sing the Tortured to Sleep
RomanceConfused about her past, with no one to answer her questions, Angel is forced into the company of Kain. An endearing man who saves her life and rescues her from an unforgiving forest. However, as bits and pieces of Angel's memories start to come bac...
