Before The Morning Song Novels & Stories

I had nightmares the three times I dozed off, the last time I stayed awake. I walked wrapped in a robe to the porch. From the corridor I went straight. In an oval armchair, I sat as the sunrise appeared faintly on the horizon. The small place also woke up, revealing itself at the moment that a radio near the house played the local radio, always giving the morning news before the music started playing. In the first few touches I already knew what song was coming. I closed my eyes to the sound of Ambição by Rita Lee, it was my mother's favorite song, the one she sang straight to everyone who wanted to hear it.

I commanded, my voice unwavering. The morning was hushed, draped in the tranquil embrace of pre-dawn. The world was a canvas painted in shades of soft pastels, the horizon a blend of pinks and oranges. Dew sparkled on the grass, and the air held a crispness that hinted at the promise of a new day. Birds chirped softly, a harmonious backdrop to the gravity of our mission.

I hope she's okay. I heard the gate creaked around 10 in the evening. A minute after, I heard Aae play the song Angels by Mayday Parade in his speakers. Three years of something I call love When the phone calls and photographs are never enough To save a heart that's been broken so close to screaming This can't be happening, I must be dreaming I fell asleep after three songs. "Good morning, Zee." Tita Annly greeted me as I entered the kitchen. It was five in the morning.

I said and she nodded. "Elva can you sing us a song before breakfast arrives" Daniel said and i smiled. "Uh..song ?" I asked. "Yes please" They chorused and i sighed. "Mrs Morgan normally tells us stories and she also sings" Mitch said. "Ok, uhm...how about we leave the song till tomorrow but I have an interesting story to tell you" I said "Really?" They asked. "Yes,now you all should sit quietly on your beds and listen" I said and they obeyed immediately.

I just pray that tomorrow he will be fine, I said to myself-my voice barely above a whisper-I pray tomorrow we start again, and get to find our way back to each other. THE NEXT MORNING As the blackness of night slowly receded, the breaks of morning light started to spread above the horizon, casting warm, golden brightness upon the earth. The firmament now resembled a kaleidoscope of color-a breathtakingly beautiful canvas in shades of pinks, oranges, and purples-as the sun slowly raised itself above the trees. There were birds everywhere, melodiously singing, as if to entertain the listener, their thrilling voices melodically intertwined with the soft susurrations of leaves fluttering in the

Morning. We had until morning.

Eira pressed her lips in a thin line and said, “I don’t know.” Nate returned shortly after she ended the call with a platter full of pancakes. The sweet smell wafted in the morning air gently and greeted her nostrils, making her smile involuntarily. They ate in silence until the doorbell chimed. Nate stopped chewing and eyes the door suspiciously. “Who can it be this early in the morning?” Eira asked.

Frey took her phone and then went out to make a call. “Granny, what’s happening?” I shouted. Then her shaking stopped. She slowly straightened her head towards me. Her eyes are still rolled up and her grip is still tight. She suddenly spoke with a voice that is not hers. On the day the moon and the sun kiss, The birth of a morningstar shall cause demise. The evil shall bow down, and kiss the hem of her gown. The Most High will once again be thy guide. “You, the Morningstar Daughter. You shall die!” she shouted and then grabbed my neck to choke me.

"After all, today is your big day." With that, she left with Zirion in tow. "Is it your birthday today?" Fenric asked. Having misunderstood Vanessa's words, he picked several flowers in the garden. He seemed to know which ones bloomed most beautifully because he moved swiftly. Barely a second later, he handed them to Selene with a sincere expression. Selene smiled and accepted the bouquet but shook her head. She said, "Thank you. But today is not my birthday. One hour from now, the riding and archery competition will be held on the plains outside the city. All beast tamers must participate."

Chapter Ten Lila The first night back home, I sleep with the lights on. No ring light. No phone propped up on my desk. No audience waiting for me to speak. Just silence. It feels unfamiliar—like stepping into a room that used to be crowded and realizing it’s finally empty. I lie awake listening to the soft hum of the house, the normal sounds I used to drown out with notifications and music and voices that weren’t really there. When morning comes, sunlight spills across my bed like it’s apologizing for being late.