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Chapter List
- 1-Annus Novus
- 2-Domus
- 3-Calor
- 4-Posco
- 5-Ludus
- 6-Felix Dies Valentini
- 7-Desiderium
- 8-Dormientes
- 9-Curre
- 10-Gravatus
- 11-Vita
- 12-Vigilo
- 13-Arcanum
- 14-Phasma Phasmatis
- 15-Possessio
- 16-Mutatio
- 17-Anniversarium
- 18-Monstrum
- 19-Lues
- 20-Vita Post Mortem
- 21-Iterum
- 22-Eam
- 23-Fidelitas
- 24-Veritas
- 25-Pacisco
- 26-Mundus Novus
- 27-Febris
- 28-Chemia
- 29-In Aeternum
- 30-Frater
- 31-Historia
- 32-Familia
- 20
- 21
- 22
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Chapter 21: Iterum
January 14, 2002 Sunday 11:17 AM

Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Mixcoatl, Brazil
Status: Worried
An awkward silence had settled upon us as we made our way to the village, and maybe that was for the best because the things I needed to tell Leon weren’t necessarily for Jack’s ears. No, we needed to stay focused since we had no idea what we’d be walking into. I was just grateful that Leon handed me a pistol just in case, but of course the fact that he even saw it essential to hand me a weapon was worrisome in itself. I stood to Leon’s side, not wanting to feel weak and sheltered by being placed between the two men. I was past the point of fearing for myself… at least until Wesker found out that I was here. This would happen soon too; he was “watching over a business venture,” but the real issue was whether or not he would swoop down like Spiderman and pluck me from the situation. Or would he simply let me continue to meddle in his affair and save all of his anger for later?
The latter.
Before I talked myself into tucking tail and finding a way back to Ubatuba I took a deep breath, taking my first step into Mixcoatl, and the setting instantly went from forest to village… Either that or a western just before some gunslinger and a sheriff prepared to face off in a showdown. The ground had more yellow dirt than grass, and this place, despite having power lines, looked like they had no idea what a telephone even was let alone a light bulb. A well rested up ahead, deeply buried in the dry, hard dirt, and in a few more years the mouth would probably need more bricks piled up to warn others of its existence. A wooden fence to my right cut off my sight of the rest of the village, leaving me with nothing but the dull image of a deserted town.
Captain Obvious, AKA Jack muttered, “Pretty quiet around here…” But Leon didn’t seem to hear him, not like he needed to when the sight of a ghost town was enough to show him as much.
As we headed on towards the well Leon asked, “Where is everyone?” looking to his left, before looking ahead to see the same sight we were given before: nothing but a fucking well and shacks.
A slight breeze caused a flutter to my right. On the fence hung dozens of posters with pictures of young women, and it was safe to say that they were the ones reported missing. “Leon,” I began, but what sounded like a voice from a radio stopped me.
“Y ahora las noticias. The number of missing teenage girls has now risen to over 50. Marking an increase in disappearances this year.” I hope that would mark an increase, but it was best that I keep that comment to myself; this was one of the reasons they were here, and since Jack had little faith in BOWs actually existing it was safe to say that it was… wait, why were they here? Leon and I hadn’t had time to talk much about that, but when BOWs were mentioned I instantly assumed that that’s all they could be looking for.
You know what they say about assuming.
I realized my mouth was hanging open as Leon finally spotted the posters, frowning as he concentrated more on the news report. “The local authorities are warning parents to be cautious.”
“Guys?” I asked, looking at both of them. “Exactly why are you here?” Rather than answer, Leon only turned his glare down to the ground beneath us, while his partner only continued ahead.
Instead of directly answering me, Leon looked to Jack and said, “It’s more than just girls that have gone missing…” I swear if they didn’t get to the knitty gritty and stop stating the fucking obvious… The sky was blue and what else?? His gaze turned to an opening in the fence, and he frowned. “There’s no one left.” Another mark.
“Something’s wrong,” Jack commented, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to pistol whip the both of them then and there. The soldier walked over to the well, almost into it as he surveyed his surroundings, noting something not so obvious, something that I sensed as well but just couldn’t put my finger on. “It smells like… like a battlefield.”
“A battlefield?” Leon echoed, for some reason not being able to look away for too long from that damned opening in the fence.
“Death.” I hated being the one to say it when I had been praying so hard that this was all just a misunderstanding. And my assertion earned me my friend’s attention for the first time since we stepped foot in the village, and from the look in his eyes we both knew how familiar this scene was. It was like a script that mandated being followed to the T. Desertion, strange reports, and now that eerie feeling that told you that what took place here earlier was something you’d soon be grateful to have missed. “But where’s the blood? The litter? This didn’t happen overnight.”
Instead of feed my fear he brought a hand up to my shoulder. “Maybe we’re just jumping to conclusions then.
Like he finally heard me, Jack agreed with me, reiterating what I had said. Dust floated in the wind, further illustrating that this village was in fact dead. There were no children running around playing, there were no people walking to the market, and no one drew from the disappearing well. As I attempted to check if there was even any water left inside, something caught my eyes ahead, and I heard Jack give a gasp. Leon and I, however, fell completely silent as a bruised and man with splotches of blood on his legs, his green shirt, shuffled forward to us. My hand automatically reached for the holstered weapon at my hip, but I still hoped against hope that this was just really a misunderstanding.
Jack’s face only held curiosity, and what was probably the desire to help. “He looks hurt.”
“No shit,” I whispered, gulping to get down whatever the hell was lodged in my throat. Anxiety? Fear? But before I could say anything I saw Jack in the corner of my eye moving forward, his gun casually at his side, and I knew that this fool had no idea of what happened in his own country in ’98. Hadn’t he at least heard the rumors? He was a soldier for God’s sake.
“Hey! You okay?” he called. “What happened here?”
The man left his questions unanswered as he staggered towards him. “Krauser, wait!” Though Leon had that same gut feeling as me he had yet to pull his gun, and if he wouldn’t do it I would. I took aim, but I couldn’t shoot until I was sure.
“Yeah, what?” That idiot actually took his eyes off of what was now my target, but even if he didn’t see him, I’d make sure that I did.
“Something’s not right with this guy.”
“Leon,” I warned impatiently. His eyes had also left the target, something I wanted to slap him in the back of the neck for. The man finally looked up, showing us eyes that were yellow, and a mouth caked with blood. I could still see the flesh stuck in his teeth as he bared them at us, moaning out when he realized that the dinner bell had just been rung.
At the last minute I heard Leon yell, “Look out!” But they only backed away.
How soon he had forgotten. As I remembered how quickly Raccoon City had got out of hand based on hesitation, I shut one eye, focusing, and taking aim at the zombie’s bald head. Without a second thought, I pulled the trigger. The power of the bullet caused the corpse to spin before hitting the ground, and I breathed in once it hit me that this was going to go nowhere but downhill. As we looked down at the back of the once-more dead man, we saw his wounds: scratch marks and chunks of flesh missing from his back, the edges lined with teeth indentations. He had been attacked from behind.
“Didn’t see that coming.” Jack’s attitude was unfitting. When I saw zombies on Rockfort I nearly shitted myself despite having faced them before. This was nothing to him. “So this is what Umbrella’s virus can do, huh?”
“Yeah. But there was something different about this one.” Gray eyes met mine as Leon and I thought about the differences between these walking dead, and the ones of the past. Usually they didn’t move in the daytime, and usually their eyes were glazed over with cataracts. And to have made no noise this one could obviously maneuver over the junk piled around the area he just came from…
That thought alone brought me back to reality as I spun around to spot two more sneaking up on us. Leon took aim at a male, and at the sight of the gun being pointed in his direction… he ducked. No fucking way. Instead of waiting to see what other tricks he could do I sent a bullet through his skull while Leon managed to take out a woman in a pink cami. What the hell kind of tinkering was being done with T? Wesker’s innocence was definitely now coming into question.
My mouth was set to ask Leon something, but from our previous path came stumbling a small group of the undead, reaching out for us, groaning loudly.
Before I could lift my weapon I saw another zombie drifting from the first’s hiding place, too close for comfort, and thankfully Jack took him down. “We’d better find that guide before it’s too late.”
“All right,” Leon said with a nod, and we all turned to run into the market area, and I braced myself for a sight of zombified shoppers. We turned the corner heading left, coming to a screeching halt once we ran into at least four of the undead, and we took them out quickly enough.
“Their heads! Blow their heads off!” Jack was really an annoyance.
To set the record on my knowledge of the situation straight (yes I took it personally), I shouted, “I was killing zombies in ‘98!” As I heard a groan behind me I shouted, “Behind us!” The group from earlier was only inches from sinking their teeth into us, something only I’d survive. Not wanting to have to reload in the middle of the attack, I took my target out with my knife. I struck the man through the temple, the blade sliding in easier than I could’ve imagined, and before he once again gave in to death he reached for me. But I could not take the time to wonder what he felt when gunshots were going off around me.
While Leon reloaded his clip I heard Jack say, “Not bad comrade! If that’s the toughest these bioorganic weapon things get, then we got nothin’ to worry about.”
Okay, that straw broke the camel’s back. “Shut up!” Finally, I caught the blond brute’s attention, and Leon already knew what was wrong. “You have no idea what we’ve done! We know what we’re doing. You don’t.” Before he could even think up a smartass retort, I walked ahead, not forgetting to stay on the alert. If his naiveté continued to go so strong I wasn’t sure how much longer he’d make it. The comment he made wasn’t just that though, it was stupid, and his stupidity just may well end up killing my friend. No, I couldn’t let that happen. Leon was not going to die here, and I’d make sure of that.
Goddamn it Wesker.
January 14, 2002 Sunday 11:30 AM
Subject: Wesker, Albert
Location: Mixcoatl, Brazil
Status: Interested
I had not heard from Claire all day, and I had not expected to. We were not ones for “checking in,” or at least I wasn’t. Still, I knew that in this situation it was best if I remained sure of her status, especially when an infected managed to make way into our hotel. As I waited for Hidalgo I pulled out my phone, holding the number that would speed dial Gustavo; I did not wish to alarm Claire. He answered on the second ring.
“Yes?”
“Gustavo. How are things?”
“There is a storm that has overstayed its welcome and become very bad. But I saw Claire a few hours ago and she was fine.”
I fell silent for a moment, looking down to the concrete floor. A few hours was a long time to leave a Redfield alone, especially the one in question, but then again where would she go in a storm? She was in South America, a continent that I knew she wasn’t very knowledgeable about, and with her kill-or-be-killed scenario at the hotel I doubted she felt up to snooping. As I heard the footsteps of my client I quickly uttered, “That’ll be all,” hitting the end button before tucking the phone away in my pocket.
A shaded man with a rather unimpressive build, Javier’s only true power lay in the tattoo he branded himself with, and his last name. He was nothing more than poor man’s version of… well yours truly. “My men have been unable to locate her,” came his accented voice.
“You have a limited amount of time to retrieve her; the virus is unstable. Perhaps putting her in stasis would have been the better route.” My statement was filled with nothing but facts, so anything he was thinking, he kept it to himself. That little brat should have been locked away for fifteen years, but instead his princess was given a treatment that brought on today’s consequences.
“You don’t understand…”
Before he began spouting off from a place of sentimentality I stopped him. “Had you placed her in stasis per my professional recommendation it would have been unnecessary for you to go organ harvesting from a small, superstitious village. You called attention to this town Señor Hidalgo. My services do not extend to clean-up.” No, I was meant to provide him with the merchandise and instructions, but since he could not stand to strip his precious Manuela of freedom she wouldn’t have missed had she been asleep we were here. “Get the girl back. I have a corpse that proves the effects of Veronica unchecked. You’ve seen the origins of the Jaberwock S3.” I did not need to say anymore, and for some reason because of Claire I did not wish to further use Burnside as an example. The fact that she was still at the cabin was for her own good, because perhaps someday she would be able to stand by my side, observing, but if she ever saw that anything was done with his body…
Emotions were the cause of far too much trouble.
January 14, 2002 Sunday 11:35 AM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Mixcoatl, Brazil
Status: Oddly tickled
After his ballsy declaration that the zombies were a cake walk, Jack was caught off guard by one, and Leon being the boy scout he was didn’t even give him time to sweat the situation. Still, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction over his attack, and hoped that maybe he’d take these things more seriously. He had to because if I couldn’t watch Leon’s back for any reason then he had to be there. He had to be. And as much as he thought I probably needed him, the ex-cop was actually the one closer to any real danger than me. However, I was praying that he wouldn’t have to find that out at all, at least not with army-man standing front row and center for all the details.
Sadly though, Jack ended up shaking off the attack from two ginormous spiders better than I did and I had encountered the sons of bitches on two other occasions. Ugh. Now though we were examining the bodies of Javier’s men, the drug lord I’d read about, and I even managed to get some information on this mission. They were here for him, and he was probably to blame for this outbreak. This made me feel a little bit better about Wesker’s place in all of this then. The undead Sacred Snakes though… they were quick, quicker than the others we had taken down.
There was apparently no time to ask questions though, because Jack took one look to the shacks below us and turned his mouth up into a frown. “The water keeps rising. This looks like Javier’s doing.”
Incredulously, Leon added, “Son of a bitch must’ve opened the water gate. You think he knew we were coming?” We all looked at one another, wondering exactly how far his fingers could stretch. I mean, did we even know if anyone period was still alive here? In my past experiences with outbreaks I found that usually everyone died, even the people in on the secrets.
“Who knows? But I’ve got my doubts about our guide being alive.”
Carefully, I made my way over the flimsy wood that held us over the water, and even though I could swim for some reason I just didn’t want to even touch that muck. We were about to pass a hut to our right when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. “Hey! What was that?”
Apparently Jack was no longer ignoring me since he decided it best to look into what caused my outburst. “Let’s find out.” We peeked inside the shack finding nothing but an empty shelf against the far wall, an empty bookshelf to the left, a table in the center, and a hammock. Fancy. “Anyone here?” Jack called in his rough voice.
You know how in a movie when you ask that question you receive nothing but silence in return? I hoped that would happen now, but instead I heard a groan to my right, a sneak attack by the shack’s former occupant. Before I could even pull the trigger the man was blown back, blood splattering over the clean, white towels that hung to dry, and I turned to find that my savior was none other than Jack Krauser.
Well did you expect him to let you die? Not like you can though from a little ol’ bite.
The sound of approaching undead broke me from my disbelief, and Leon ordered, “Let’s just keep moving,” something Jack did not protest.
As we sprinted over the makeshift walkway Jack saw that unless we wanted to go for a dip, there was no way to get over to the other side. “The river took the bridge out.” I remained aware that we had an audience creeping closer, but I was too distracted by something moving just beneath the surface of the water.
“This way!” I heard Leon yell, not even knowing exactly which way he went.
There was a splash to the left that happened too fast for me to catch, and by looking in that direction I missed something else to my right. “There’s something in the water!”
“Piranhas?” The blond stepped up next to me, aiming at one of the fish as it flew out of the water towards us. Never had I seen a fish get shot but he blew that fucker to pieces. Once again Jack unknowingly helped keep my secret just that. Together the three of us shot blindly at the barrage of fish torpedoing into our direction, the bullets causing fish guts to fly in this direction and that.
Leon sent one last bullet flying to take care of our little fish problem. “Sure are hungry little bastards, aren’t they?”
“Get inside!” Jack’s warning reminded us of the growing crowd behind us, and we jumped into the shack to our left, through the window.
I exhaled sharply, thinking that just maybe I’d have a moment to catch my breath. As I sat back against the wooden wall, letting my eyes wander to the ceiling. “Holy fuck!” Four pairs of eyes and fangs as big as my arms scared me into whipping my gun back out, shooting probably more bullets than needed into a mutant sized spider. As it fell to the floor I scrambled to my feet, not even wanting its hairs to touch my shoes. “I. Hate. Spiders.”
Leon only looked to me, and surprisingly he only gave me a laugh before jerking his head in the direction of the door. I loaded a clip as we walked over the boards towards another shack, shaking my head at the trouble I’d thrown myself into.
“You hear that?” Jack held out a hand, stopping Leon and me from going any further. We heard a groan, but it didn’t sound like the others. Someone was in trouble. “Let’s go!” Before I knew what he was doing he rushed through the door, giving us the sight of the other side of the village; something had torn down the wall. “That’s our guide!” Against a desk with a laptop, a man held himself up, his thigh bleeding badly, and the tourniquet apparently wasn’t helping. “What happened?”
For a moment I feared that he had slipped away, but he looked up at Jack slowly, like it was taking his last bit of strength from him. “That girl…”
“What girl?”
“She brought devils to this village. She escaped from Javier’s mansion. I helped her. But then she…” His description of the infected only made this all seem more dramatic, and a part of me knew that he would die without knowing the truth of what they were. In his final moment he would be more terrified than he ever had been, because to him his home had become nothing more than a vision of hell.
“Wait, where is she now?” Jack gently shook his shoulder as he seethed in pain, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to find some bit of strength to continue. “Hey!” His head fell, and I didn’t need Jack to check his pulse to tell me that he was gone. He had died nameless to me, and that was probably the best way, lest I gain any smidgen of care that would cause me to somehow feel bad.
However, Leon being a man hardened to such things merely asked, “You think it was one of those missing girls?”
With a last look at the guide, the blond said, “The Sacred Snakes traffic organs on the black market. Could have something to do with one of them.” He looked to me for a moment, probably unsure whether or not to continue, but he knew that the two of them needed to go through everything to either form or disprove a connection. “According to our report, there was no conclusive evidence linking the two, but uh… I think we’ll need to track down that girl to find out for sure.”
Deciding to somehow make myself useful I added, “It wouldn’t even be a side quest. She sounds connected in some way. Especially if she escaped from the mansion. I mean why else would she have to run away?”
“Good point,” Leon muttered.
“And now that our guide is dead she could be our only way to find Javier’s mansion.” Jack proved himself to be onboard with finding her. Plus I wouldn’t be able to leave behind a kid in the midst of all this. Sherry was never in danger of me leaving her, and I owed it to her to save another innocent.
“There should be a boat over by the church. The guide had it set up for us…” Somehow this was getting to Leon as well, and maybe he too was being reminded of our trials, and our main failure of Raccoon City. We turned to head towards this church, but I wasn’t too sure if I even felt comfortable in a boat with the piranhas. I never even knew they could be infected with T, but then again Chris did tell tales about sharks that resided underneath Arklay so it actually made sense.
The sound of water splashing behind us from the hole in the floor alerted us, and we turned in time to witness a pair of thin, green tentacles retreating into the water. An alert Jack asked, “Where’s the body?” Nothing was left to show that he was ever there except a puddle of blood.
“Leon?” I edged closer to him, hoping that he could recall anything we ever encountered that could be the culprit. He only shook his head, staring down into the muddy pool beneath us. This wasn’t a regular outbreak.
January 14, 2002 Sunday 11:45 AM
Subject: Wesker, Albert
Location: Mixcoatl, Brazil
Status: Occupied
As I looked through the greenhouse I was wary of the Veronica plant in the center; every now and then it would move slightly, possibly reacting to me. And as impressive as it was, personally I saw no reason for it to be there. I felt my cell vibrate in my pocket. “What?” Only a few people could possibly be contacting me right now.
“Señor Wesker?!”
Well, Gustavo had certainly ruined this somewhat pleasant stroll. “Yes?”
“My truck is gone! She is gone!”
I felt my brow draw inward at his claim, and I had to force myself not to break my phone. “What do you mean ‘she’s gone,’?” I growled, looking back at the entrance to make sure that Javier was not around. If things did not go his way he didn’t need to be aware that someone connected to me could possibly be running amuck. And yes, I was very certain she was here or at least on her way. “Please tell me that you tracked the truck.” With my free hand I took hold of the railing, trying not to break it in two.
“It has been sitting twenty minutes outside of Mixcoatl.”
Exhaling deeply, I could not help but roll my eyes in annoyance. What man let a grown woman get away in his car?
“Should I go after her?” His offer was the right one to make, but at this point it wouldn’t matter.
“I’m sure that would be useless.” I hung up, immediately dialing Claire’s phone. No answer. The urge to break something became so great in me, my teeth clenched together tightly, and even I could not believe that I was so angry. Why did it have to be her?
January 14, 2002 Sunday 11:50 AM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Mixcoatl, Brazil
Status: Annoyed
It seemed we were being revisited by frogs as tall as us. Whatever Umbrella wanted to call them, I’d call them ugly either way. They had no eyes, no teeth, but strangely enough when they stood on their hind legs they appeared to taunt us, calling us out. Their mouths were coated with a sticky substance, and toothless or not I did not want to get that shit on me. So we shot our way through them, and by now we were hurting for ammo. As the last one of a group flailed in agony during its last moments, I cursed a little to myself.
“You hear that?” Leon looked around before turning to the church doors. I really didn’t think Mother Mary was waiting for us, but if he said he heard something… He pushed the doors open, and it creaked in protest, it seemed the water wasn’t the only thing to blame for the state the place was in. I almost pushed the brunet to the side when he wouldn’t budge, but once I saw what had stopped him I stopped as well.
That must have been the girl. She couldn’t have been more than fifteen years old, sitting alone in a church that looked like it had barely survived an atomic bomb. Her white dress was so torn that pretty soon it wouldn’t cover much of anything, and the bottom was soaked with blood on one side. Her light, brown hair was tied in pigtails on the side while the back hung free, and it was cut very short. We lowered our weapons as we crossed the threshold, but she didn’t see us either way; her eyes were closed.
Her failure to acknowledge that someone just entered the church wasn’t what bothered me, it was the fact that she was singing. “Sleep my love as the trees above, protect you from the dark. A great river will watch you as, you dream until dawn.”
“Leon,” Jack whispered, jerking his head in the direction of the pool of water to her far left. Something was watching her with two, asymmetric blue eyes that were covered by a gelatinous, transparent shield. From here it looked like a giant lobster, but since its body was submerged I couldn’t be too sure what it hid beneath the water. Whatever it was, I’d never run into anything like it before, and I’d never known an Umbrella beast to fall in love with a singing beauty.
“Sleep my love, close your eyes…” Suddenly, the singing stopped as she looked at us with icy, blue eyes before she abruptly fainted.
Splashing followed as the now red-eyed beast revealed its lower jaw with fangs jutting out from individual mandibles. It raised itself up, its neck long and thin. Familiar tentacles whipped at its sides while its gut hung at least a foot, and it stepped up into the building, furious for reasons unknown.
“Shit where do I shoot?” Leon’s voice was almost lost to the growls of the monster as we all began aiming for the area that held its eyes. A good place to be a head right? Jack still did not touch the shotgun he’d found earlier, and that was a good idea since we didn’t even know where to aim. It bent its head downward as it raised a tentacle, ready to swipe at us, and I noticed a soft-looking area, and I shot. It almost sounded like a scream as the creature recoiled in pain, and before I knew it the boys were following my lead. “We’d have a better chance fighting this out in the open!”
Leon retreated, and we followed suit, luring that thing out with us. We turned to make sure it was following but it wasn’t. “What the hell?” My question was answered as we saw it swimming off to our right, diving and emerging so quickly that any shot would have been a wasted bullet. It circled us before taking another dive out of our sights, and we huddled together. I was sure all three of us were praying that this thing didn’t burst up through the boards. An explosion of water before us obscured our vision, but I couldn’t miss the large blur that came at us.
Not one of us could stay on our feet, but I sure as hell scrambled to get back on them. I followed the sound of splashing until I saw it heading for the side of the church. I climbed onto some boxed as it sat there in the water, shaking its tail at me. Oh shit, I thought, diving back down onto the boards. I heard something pierce the air so quickly that it made a “whoosh” sound, followed by commotion from both Leon and Jack. I looked over to see rocks as big as my head flying at them, missing them both barely. Once again with impossible speed it flew from the water, knocking them both over.
In a quick thought, Jack pulled the shotgun from his back, pumping it before shooting it right in what really must have been its head. It backed away enough for Leon to slip from beneath it. Dazed, it wandered over to the entrance of the church.
Without hesitation Jack began shooting at the top of the church, causing it to break free from the rest of the stone, falling onto the creature’s head. More agitated than hurt, it grabbed the wooden balance with its mouth, tearing it from its perch angrily. It threw a roar at us, and turned around to jump back into the water.
“Is that is?” My question was cliché, but I just couldn’t believe that Big Bad and Ugly had given up over a bump on the head.
“We did it!” Those were Leon’s words, not mine. I had no intention of being the one to jinx us. And like he had been struck by lightning he ran back into the church, standing over the girl who stirred, but she did not come to. I kneeled down to her, brushing loose, strands of hair behind her ear. Something about this girl bothered me though. For some reason I saw Alexia flash before my eyes.
Her eyes matched the fallen queen’s perfectly despite her dark skin, and the lullaby that seemed to calm that thing…
Alexia is dead.
Then why did I feel like she was still here?
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