March 1989
"She has to sleep some time," Shadow said. Him and Ellowyn had made a blanket fort. Or at least thats what they were calling them sitting up under the covers like a tent as her mother screamed in the other room. "She'll tire herself out."
"I don't think so," Little Ellowyn shook her head. She had finally quit crying. "I just want to make it stop."
A blunt object hit her locked bedroom door, and she scooted closer to Shadow, cuddling up into him. "Come here teeny." He used his old nickname for her, because of how itty bitty she was in comparison to him.
"You're really cold." She pulled the blankets closer around them. She was getting tired but any time she neared sleep her mom would yell or throw or cry. "I'm really sleepy, shadow."
Shadow hummed, beginning to sing to her. "Our day has come, it's drawn in the sky. So don't shed a tear now, be thankful for the time. Life wouldn't be so precious dear, if there never was an end." He sung as the small child finally fell asleep in his arms. She didn't deserve this much grief this young. "There's no death, no end of time, when I'm facing it with you."
He hoped she remembered that one moment.