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Moments of Innocence Chap. IIFrom Christine Daae's Journal
I can't belive I'm finally home.
This afternoon was really... Unique. Some gypsies came to town, you know, and Christopher took me to see them. I supose that he was trying to make it look like a romantic date, but I guess it didn't turn out really well.
It was horrible. The gypsy chief (I suppose that his name is Javert) announced the atraction as "the living corpse", and I'm telling you, what came definitly wasn't what I was expecting.
A man. On a cage.
Dear Lord, that scene broke my heart. His eyes were so, so sad, and... Gosh, I have no words to describe what I saw. He tried to hide hims
Moments of Innocence Chap. IIt was a cold winter morning. I was shrunk at the less dirty corner of the cage where I lived, trying to protect myself from the icy wind.
I probably should already be familiar with the biting cold. I was locked up like an animal for longer than I could count, shown as an aberration for where I passed.
"Living corpse", was how I was called.
The person responsible for this was Javert, head of a group of gypsies. He had no pity to the way I looked sick when he found me many, many years ago - when I was only five years old - and soon began to show me off as his newest attraction.
Understand, I was not an ordinary person. I was born with this
Moments of Innocence PrologueI closed my eyes slowly, feeling the breeze at my face.
A creek, trees, some bushes laden with berries and a scent of violets in the air. No, nothing had changed. The place was exactly the same.
It was late night. The stars were reflected in the shimmering water, and the only light came from the pale moon. The trees seemed to whisper, stisfied with all that quiet and harmony, in that clearing where everything seemed to be so peacefull... Sweet. Naive. That clearing where we exchanged our last words - words that, even if I lived to be a hundred, I would certainly remember.
"Everything will be alright", she said, tying her beautiful curly ha
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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