"The Fair Haired Child"  A Storyline With Emma Swan Jones


A deep sadness fell upon the Black king, an overwhelming sense of melancholy that he could not overcome. He tried to keep a jovial demeanor around his beloved children, he knew however they were no fools. He was most certain that they had noticed subtle changes in his personality, although they said nothing to him about it. 
He walked among the cliffs that towered above the merciless Black Sea. The torrid waves crashed onto the obsidian stones that lay beneath him, singing their tranquil never ending song. The sound of the sea was comforting, he had always found solace here. Gage looked up into the blackened star filled tapestry of night. His eyes scanned the constellations in the heavens until he found his favorite star. The same star he had many conversations with over the centuries. Conversing with the celestial object, made Gage feel better in times of despair.

Gage fell to his knees. Looking up at that lonely bright star.  He was angry with his birth Father.  "Father, Why have you forsaken me? Why did you leave this earth or did you? Many questions, I have that play in my psyche. You left a boy of twelve years old, barely a man, to rebuild a kingdom that was in ruins. I did it, all myself. I had no one. Everyone, I had ever loved was stripped from me.  My Mother, my stepmother and my sisters. One by one all of you either came up missing or are believed to be deceased. Sometimes I wonder, Are you really dead? I can see you smirking at me sometimes out of the corner of my eyes. What, are you proud of me, or do you despise me? For this, I do not care, not anymore. Damn you for all of this. Was it in the cards for me to be unhappy for most of my existence, a sick sort of joke? Am I the punchline in this rather sick joke of yours? This will be our last encounter Father, for I care not what you think. I don't even care if you are still on this earth. No Longer, not anymore."

Gage wiped away his blood tears, feeling accomplished in his speech to a man whom he now had cut out of his existence. A sense of pure satisfaction now hovered over him. He had finally wiped his hands clean of the man he called Father. He walked back to the castle LeStat. Everyone was fast asleep. Gage went up the ornate marble staircase to his office. Sitting at his desk, he looked up at the painting of David. "I have had it with you Daddy Dearest, watching my every move. It is time to rid myself of your retched picture that constantly taunts me. Damned you to the depths of hell in which you came to walk upon this earth." Gage took the large painting from the wall. He studied it. The smirk that was upon David's face, was torturing. Gage ignited the portrait.  He watched the colors fuse into one another along with the orange and blue flames that seemed to dance upon the canvas. In a few moments, all that remained was a charred reminder of the man he once admired, loved and worshiped.

Gage needed to destroy the evidence of his angst. He walked down the stairwell then out on to the court yard. The large ornate frame was thrown into the trash. Gage smirked as he wiped his hand's clean of that god forsaken painting that loomed over his head for many centuries. "Rubbish is what you are David, Pure rubbish. Now you can lay with the rest of the unwanted. The things one throws away when they are finished with it. I am for one, very very, finished with you. You have done nothing to deserve my mercy, nothing.

He walked over to the barren swing set. Memories flooded his mind, of a fair haired child. He could hear the sounds of children laughing. A younger version of himself yelling "Olly, Olly, Oxen free." Then a small girl laughing proclaiming, "I love you brother. Thanks for playing with me tonight." This child's voice was not familiar to him. He had been hearing this voice for awhile now. Never knowing whom the voice belonged to. It was not any of his sisters voices, it was someone different. But whom? Gage looked around the courtyard, still listening to the child's play. Was this some sort of memory that he was having? Or had he gone completely mad? He covered his ears then shouted out into the darkness, "Leave me be. I have about had enough of this nonsense. I just want to be left in peace, whatever or whomever you are."

After he had expressed his anger with the memories he was having. He got up from the wooden swing then returned to his chambers. The children were fast asleep through all of his yelling fits. Gage was glad he had not disturbed their slumber. He moved towards the pane glass window that overlooked the court yard. At first, the swings upon the playground appeared to be moving on their own, or perhaps it was the wind. Gage watched intently out of the window. The fair haired child appeared again. Gage sighed. He looked closely at her. Then, he witnessed himself as a child pushing the girl in upon the swing. The two of them were singing a song that his mother Ayumi had sang to him as a child. This wasn't possible. How did that girl know the words to a song written by his birth mother? A song that was sang to make her little ones feel happy when they were saddened.

Gage walked through his chambers toward the glass pane window. He looked out into the darkness. His attention was directed upon the playground. He saw the swings in the distance moving in the wind, upon their own accord. A chill ran up his spine as vivid visions of a blonde haired little girl flooded into his mind. She was on the swings. He rubbed his eyes trying to clear them. Thinking he had just been seeing things. It did not help. The strange little girl was still there. Whom was this child? Why did she look so familiar? Was it someone from his past or was she just a lucid hallucination?

In his mind's eye, he watched the small; beautiful, fair haired, girl swing upon the swing set. She was singing and laughing. As he gazed down from the window at her, she was waving to him. She then, tilted her head back as she pushed the swing higher and higher with her tiny feet. The sounds of singing resonated through his ears, growing louder... much louder. Gage felt a strange closeness to this child that he could not even begin to explain. A myriad of visions ran through this shattered memory. Whom was this girl? Why was she stuck in his thoughts? What did this girl want from him? Why was she there?

Gage shook his head, trying to get the little girl out his mind. He quickly stepped back away from the window. Regaining his faculties, he walked towards his bed.   Whatever this enigma was that he had just seen in the playground was tormenting. He needed to go and see what it wanted. He arose from his bed chambers then went downstairs. He walked through the threshold of his bedroom, he quietly closed the door behind him.  He did not want to awaken his children. It was almost as if this psychosis he was having was tugging and pulling him towards the playground.

Gage walked through the Castle LeStat while everyone slept. He walked out onto the courtyard on his way to the cliffs. The swings had stopped moving however the sound of someone singing still was present in his ears. He touched the chains upon the swing set hoping that it could help him figure out who the small girl was. As his fingers ran along the links of the swings, visions of her tiny face crashed like waves into his mind. She had stunning bright blue eyes and glowing skin. Was this girl a human? If so, what was she doing there among the feral vampire's that dwelled inside of the Black Kingdom unaccompanied?

None of this made sense to him, he was once again caught inside of this crazy illusion. That's what it had to be, just an illusion. Gage could not recall a human child ever being in the Black Kingdom, alone like this.  Especially, one so young. If she had really been there, she could have met her demise. No human's ever got out alive once they came into the kingdom by the feral vampires that did not follow his rules regarding killing humans.  Humans were always sought out as nutrition by the Ferals. A young child's crimson life's blood was some of the most richest and pure meals, that a hungry vampire could find. A human child this young, would have never made it.  Not ever. Not alone like this.  Who was she?  Why was she there?

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