The moon looks graceful perched in the clear sky, some thin clouds cover, instead of disturbing it even adds to its beauty. More and more hopes for Phillip when doing his hobby looking up at the night sky. Either the brightest twinkling star, a transparent wall, or land above the clouds. The difference is, there is no sadness or tears this time, only hope and a lot of longing. Someone dragged a stool next to him and sat down with him. Lillian is also one of the reasons why Phillip has been crying less and less lately, the burden on his heart feels a lot lighter when he shares it with his little brother.
"Missed him again?" whispered the girl.
"Every night ...."
Lillian looked hesitant to speak but finally got up the courage. “Phill, can I ask you something? I've wanted to ask this for a long time."
"What is that? Just say it."
“Um… Louise said what when she finished hugging and kissing your cheek.”
Phillip turned his
Louise's steps echoed as she climbed the glass-clear steps one by one. Unusually, the Lady was not wearing her oversized armor. The girl was wearing a simple long orange dress, her golden hair was neatly tied, leaving a strand of hair on both sides which made her pouting face look a little cuter. It's not easy to make a Lady Louise from Silverwall look feminine. Thirty minutes ago, Pepa and the other four Fairies under the care of Angel Tiffany had to fight hard to put all these things on Louise's body who was constantly struggling to protest."We're asking for just this one day, Lady...""It's better to cut off my leg than to have to use that torture tool!" Louise screamed as soon as she was asked to wear high heels.Eventually, the Elves gave in, then allowed Louise to wear calf-length cloth boots. The girl also repeatedly rubbed her red lip color roughly, too¬ rejecting the blush on her cheeks. The only feminine thing that Louise volunteered to wear was a
The Advantage of Two PrincesIn the past few months, the scene every morning in the Southern Kingdom was dominated by elves working full of joy. Repainting, updating foundations, mowing down parasite plants, sewing window curtains. Everything that can be changed for the better they will do without being asked. The Elves work every day from early morning until late at night, even they take the initiative to change working hours so that renovation activities do not stop for a full 24 hours. Thanks to the Elves, the Southern Palace had almost returned to its new look in just three months. The Southern Palace became clean, sturdy, and luxurious, as a Palace should be.However, there is one room that has never been renovated once, namely the top room in the tallest tower, aka Edmund's room. Every time the Elves tried to get in, Edmund would yell at them, sending the poor Falsies into a frenzy. Before, no one had ever dared to enter Edmund's room even in their imaginations.
"Keep believing, then one day your wish will come true"Gray clouds rolled in the sky, moving sluggishly with the gusts of wind that froze to the bone. No one could see, behind the thick clouds thousands of stars were scattered, twinkling like gems. If you look closely, two special stars differ, because of their size and their glow. One smaller, one bigger, side by side as if holding hands.It happens very rarely, very, very rarely. It was said that when the two stars appeared, someone special from Neverland was visiting. White blankets covered the entire city of London, they even covered the tower of Big Ben like a hat, making the seconds muffled even though they still sounded faint. The long hand points to twelve, while the shorthand points to ten. Evening.Activity on the main road has been very quiet, only a few cars still dare to roam the slippery asphalt in winter. London had not changed since the last time Peter had visited. I don't know when it was, he c
An arrow shot so fast that it only appeared to be a flash of shadow. The arrow stuck into the ground only a few centimeters from a rabbit busy scavenging a bush. The rabbit jumped, realizing that it had escaped death, the animal squeaked with delight and ridicule and then walked away.A tall young man in a simple hunting suit in a combination of light and dark brown approached the arrow, then pulled it from the ground. He took off his hat, ruffled his reddish hair desperately with a sigh."My hunting skills are getting worse."The young man glanced at the arrow, it still looked good so he took it for reuse. Not far from there, he saw a deer eating mulberry fruit. A lopsided smile immediately etched on his lips.Maybe the rabbit is too small, I have to start from a bigger target.The young man concentrated on aiming at the deer. Trying not to make the slightest sound when pulling the bowstring. Venison is not as tender as rabbits, it's also m
The night breeze blew softly through the small open window, spreading cold air to every room of a simple house located at the edge of the forest. The chill of wind stabbed into the flesh and bones, even though the flames in the furnace were very intense.Coughing sounds can be heard between the rustling of the leaves and the sounds of the night beings. Behind the thin, waving curtain, a man can be seen pressing a damp towel over his wife's head. The wife had fallen ill in the last few months, a disease that came on suddenly without any symptoms.Many doctors have called, from the closest to the far across the city. The little family wealth slowly ran out, but never got good results. The wife's disease never healed, it even seemed to get worse. Tonight, it's been three months of a strange disease residing in his wife's body, his heart is crushed to see this suffering.Once again he wrung out a towel that had been dipped in water, then put it on his wife's head. T
Two years after Elli's departure seemed so long for Grace's little family. Harold worked hard to take care of everything, working in the city and raising his two children. The man realized he needed help, sometimes Aunt Golda came to the house. A kindful granny who contributed greatly helping Elli's two deliveries, and is always happy to be asked to help look after the Grace sisters.She said she already considered Phillip and Lillian as her grandchildren. However, now the woman was too old to work. Her feet could no longer stand up to the Grace family's house which had to go through small hills. When Aunt Golda was sick, Phillip and Lillian took turns visiting Golda Farm every day and even helped take care of the livestock.When the old granny finally died, the presence of the Grace Siblings was no longer wanted by the Golda family. They often act cynical and complain about how much they spend each month in front of the siblings, making them hesitant to visit.
"Hey, Sluggish, hurry up!" Miranda called out to Lillian who was mopping the floor. "I just told you to get my sandals, what's so hard?"Lillian rushed to bring wool sandals to Miranda who was on her hips in the doorway. Phillip looks from the outside, he was busy doing his usual duty of chopping firewood."Here it is, Mommy."“How many times have I said, don't call me Mommy! I'll only be your mommy when my husband at home! ” She snapped with bulging eyes. "Besides, why do I have to be a mother of stupid and lazy things like you?"Lillian listened with her head down and couldn't do anything about it. They have been living together for five years as a family, but instead of getting affectionate, Miranda seems to hate her stepchildren every second. She saw the Grace siblings as stupid buffalo who should be slaughtered for minced meat.Phillip was fifteen years old now, but he still wasn't brave enough to fight Miranda. That two-faced woma
"Honey, did you read the headlines in the newspaper this morning?" asked Miranda to her husband.They were sitting together in front of the fire to enjoy some relaxing time. Two cups of tea and a plate of pastries accompany their conversation."You know I always read the morning papers," replied Harold as he drank his tea."Well, then you should know, earlier this year Briston City was hit by a crisis. The starvation epidemic is happening everywhere, and it is said it will last until the end of the year.""Yes, I know, what's wrong with that?""What's wrong with that?" Miranda asked as she widened her eyelids, “Crisis is not a trivial thing, Harold! Anyone can be affected, even kings. We could starve to death!""Calm down, Miranda, our food is abundant, and we don't eat too much anyway."“We don't eat too much, but your kids are. They are so greedy, they eat like pigs!"Miranda jerked shut his mouth while Harold alm