Chapter 12 - The Ark Of A Childs Nightmares (1/2)
”That's how Valkyries work, we wage wars to indicate our status.”
After the sheer annihilation of the sad deer, Mavislin had her eyes on the poor creature's eyes.
”We represent the gods of war, not angels at all,” replied the girl who had an eyeball in her mouth.
She was extremely bothered at how her race was being defined. Ysabeau sighed as she got a piece of cloth and wiped away the blood that was trickling down the young child's chin.
”You guys are still better respected than me,” commented Baldwin.
”That's proper,” replied the Valkyrie.
Soon, after much yelling and arguments, the trio of a.d.u.l.ts managed to get little Mavislin asleep. In a mountain of plushies.
”She won't drown in that, right?” asked a very tired Angry Man.
”Amazingly, no.”
”Is it always that hard to get her to fall asleep?” asked Baldwin, wiping sweat away from his brow.
Poor Gillian was busy healing a burnt wound that Mavislin had made to stay up late.
”It's not getting her into bed a difficult task, it's the latter part. She constantly has nightmares of her past. Even the Old Chapel can't ease her pain. We may be a.d.u.l.ts, but we can't truly replace the family love that she's so deprived of,” explained Ysabeau, with a heavy heart and saddened eyes.
”The least we can do, is be there for her,” replied Baldwin, looking out the window.
”But for how long...”
A few days had passed. A day started by shining brightly through the window of Mavislin's room. Though she was surrounded by plushies, she had only chosen one. Her eyepatch bunny to hug tight, nightmares still fresh from her mind.
Once again, the Old Chapel tried her best to comfort the crying girl, but to no avail. A tall, intimidating man and a shadow was not a pleasant sight to wake up to.
”Still haven't got used to it, huh?” asked Gillian, entering the room with Baldwin.
”Don't worry, Angry Man's made breakfast. Grilled Ham and Cheese Toastie. It'll be good,” said Gillian, as the Valkyrie scooted away from the duo.