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Born BraveLoading...
By Abigail FrickLoading...
Evila… Evila…
E...vil...a...
Three syllables, five letters, one horrid name.
And don’t get me started on the name Evelia.
Horrid.
“Hmm…Evelia, what a magnificent name…” the voice trailed off, slowly lifting their head over to where the baby lay, in the crib all alone. Like it will always be.
Of course, the woman didn’t know this, in fact she had no idea that her child might have to live alone. And yet the woman wouldn’t have cared if she did know. She was just as arrogant, rude, and devious as her husband. But that’s what made her the perfect match for him.
“Mama?” A young girl, about five or six stood at the edge of her mother’s foot, tugging at her floral skirt, begging for her attention.
The woman asked what she needed, and the girl said she had nightmares, unpleasant ones with blood and tears.
Blood and tears…
Life and death…
Dreams and nightmares…
One has the other to lean on.
And the baby kept on thinking, letting her intelligence find other things that lean on each other. And some weep for her, knowing that she’ll have no one to lean on.
The woman left the room, but right before she did she looked at the baby in the crib, sighed and closed the sliding door.
Once the door slid shut, the baby started to stir in her crib, trying to steady her feet, she looked around in the room, undoubtedly noticing that everything was a dark shade, like a shadow creeping in the darkness, waiting to feast on its prey. But, as we know the baby is one of a kind, special and so brilliant in fact, that when she took her first real look around the room, she ignored all the darkness, for it was no use to her. Instead, focusing on a hardcover book.
She willed the book towards her, letting the shadow of the book drift towards her crib.
The faint voice of the mother was inching towards the sliding door. The child willed the book faster, not wanting to be caught. Just as the woman was going to open the door, a loud knock came from the front door, repeatedly followed by a kick. The mother let out a sigh as she ran down the stairs to welcome the visitor, who was waiting so anxiously for the human.
Meanwhile, the baby was busy trying to make the best out of the unexpected visit, willing the book to land on the crib. And as the baby tried to open the book, she heard the annoying sound of the mother’s yell and the wretched sound of the door slamming, probably in the visitor’s face.
The infant looked over at the book, starting to rush at the lack of time. The book suddenly obeyed the urgent command to open and the child looked at the scribbled writing.
And to her surprise, the book held everything she thought or is thinking.
The door got kicked on a couple times, and the baby inside knew it was time to abort the mission. She told the book to float back to where it belonged.
The little human jumped on the mattress, and fell down, curling around the dinosaur stuffed animal, her normal position.
The mother came rushing back into the room, and immediately checked on her youngest child, and whispered in her ear something along the lines of ‘sorry it was a pull not push,...’
If it’s a sliding door it can be a push or pull if you position yourself correctly.
The thought isn’t surprising saying a young baby was saying it, for if it was an adult, many would smile and shake their heads.
Everyone in the world is an idiot, some just smarter than others.
But almost none would even consider this child an idiot. She is different. And although she hates her name Evelia, she is one of a kind.
11 years later:
Dark magic is powerful. And power is what I seek.
E...vil...a...
Three syllables, five letters, one horrid name.
And don’t get me started on the name Evelia.
Horrid.
“Hmm…Evelia, what a magnificent name…” the voice trailed off, slowly lifting their head over to where the baby lay, in the crib all alone. Like it will always be.
Of course, the woman didn’t know this, in fact she had no idea that her child might have to live alone. And yet the woman wouldn’t have cared if she did know. She was just as arrogant, rude, and devious as her husband. But that’s what made her the perfect match for him.
“Mama?” A young girl, about five or six stood at the edge of her mother’s foot, tugging at her floral skirt, begging for her attention.
The woman asked what she needed, and the girl said she had nightmares, unpleasant ones with blood and tears.
Blood and tears…
Life and death…
Dreams and nightmares…
One has the other to lean on.
And the baby kept on thinking, letting her intelligence find other things that lean on each other. And some weep for her, knowing that she’ll have no one to lean on.
The woman left the room, but right before she did she looked at the baby in the crib, sighed and closed the sliding door.
Once the door slid shut, the baby started to stir in her crib, trying to steady her feet, she looked around in the room, undoubtedly noticing that everything was a dark shade, like a shadow creeping in the darkness, waiting to feast on its prey. But, as we know the baby is one of a kind, special and so brilliant in fact, that when she took her first real look around the room, she ignored all the darkness, for it was no use to her. Instead, focusing on a hardcover book.
She willed the book towards her, letting the shadow of the book drift towards her crib.
The faint voice of the mother was inching towards the sliding door. The child willed the book faster, not wanting to be caught. Just as the woman was going to open the door, a loud knock came from the front door, repeatedly followed by a kick. The mother let out a sigh as she ran down the stairs to welcome the visitor, who was waiting so anxiously for the human.
Meanwhile, the baby was busy trying to make the best out of the unexpected visit, willing the book to land on the crib. And as the baby tried to open the book, she heard the annoying sound of the mother’s yell and the wretched sound of the door slamming, probably in the visitor’s face.
The infant looked over at the book, starting to rush at the lack of time. The book suddenly obeyed the urgent command to open and the child looked at the scribbled writing.
And to her surprise, the book held everything she thought or is thinking.
The door got kicked on a couple times, and the baby inside knew it was time to abort the mission. She told the book to float back to where it belonged.
The little human jumped on the mattress, and fell down, curling around the dinosaur stuffed animal, her normal position.
The mother came rushing back into the room, and immediately checked on her youngest child, and whispered in her ear something along the lines of ‘sorry it was a pull not push,...’
If it’s a sliding door it can be a push or pull if you position yourself correctly.
The thought isn’t surprising saying a young baby was saying it, for if it was an adult, many would smile and shake their heads.
Everyone in the world is an idiot, some just smarter than others.
But almost none would even consider this child an idiot. She is different. And although she hates her name Evelia, she is one of a kind.
11 years later:
Dark magic is powerful. And power is what I seek.