The Court Composer's Daughter: chapter 10

Cerise was a tortured soul deep inside. She had a loving family and was proud to come from it, but she was indeed a little hurting inside about something. She told me she often spent days crying, even after enfant days, to her mother for attention. She didn't want a friend or a relative, she wanted someone to listen to her or be like a mentor for her. Though, this would be her first Christmas without her parents and she was only ten years old. I wish there could have been something I could do to cheer her up, but I offered to give her music lessons, she brought her recorder from school and I taught her and my apprentice Fife, but then I manipulated them both.

Christmas was nearing, a time of holiday, love and good cheer, unless you're the Master and you were cursed on such a cheerful holiday. I still remember the evening it happened. The Master demanded presents from everyone as we met in the throne room of the castle and he sat in his father's old throne, being like a king, but a tyrant king. He was mostly sore about his parents and they had been deceased since he was very young. Jerry gave him a storybook, Angela gave him a new coat, David gave him a new watch, Christopher even gave him an apple, I gave him a song written in his honor, but he said it was too gloomy.

My gloomy music stayed with me for a great portion of my life. I wrote my emotions in with my masterpieces, it felt like no one liked or cared for my dreary melodies. Plus, I was never really nice to anyone. Most were afraid of me, most thought I was bad news, but only one person, who wasn't Adam, truly cared about me deeply, even if she didn't realize it at her young age. Cerise listened to me, she stayed with me, she cared about me, she found my music soothing while the others were more depressed than they already were from it.

Cerise found my music soothing when she needed to get some sleep in a strange, cold, bedroom. As she got older, she grew more darker and after a circumstance around midnight I don't wish to discuss, I saw her grow into what they call a Perky Goth. She was as dark and morbid as a Goth, but she still had a perky side to her, thus the name. She was the perkiest Goth I met and was more lively than that clique she had in her high school years.

I knew I had to find her once I remembered her, even if she forgot about me slightly. I had to know if she still loved me or cared about me after all these years. She was very sadistic toward me which made me think of Adam, but not as beastly. I would educate her, give her voice and music lessons and she grew to be more vocal than she had been before. I changed her again, but for the better.

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"Wow..." Felicity couldn't believe what she was listening to. "They sound like the perfect couple. Does it say where my mother could be?"

"I'm sorry Flick." Chip frowned. "Not even Maestro knows where she is."

"Then, where did I come from?"

"Well, shortly after your parents got married, they had an argument deciding whether to stay in 18th century France or 21st century America. Both stayed in their respected areas and sometime you were just born and your mother abandoned you. I don't know why though." Chip explained.

"But who does?" Felicity asked.

"I do." a voice said.

The children turned and saw a woman with milk chocolate complexion, a mole at the dimple of her right cheek with dark brown hair, dark as Felicity's. She wore a black outfit with some scars against her body and had a silver, sparkly necklace with a silver engagement ring with a skull on it like what Forte proposed to Cherry with. She also had glasses which covered her dark chocolate-brown eyes.

"Who are you?" Felicity asked.

"Are you Felicty?" the woman asked.

Felicity nodded.

"I'm your mother, Cherry."

"Mama?" Felicity's eyes widened.

"Cerise?" Chip asked. "You're alive?"

"Well, yes, of course I am, didn't anyone tell you?" Cherry replied. "I can explain all of this, but first, let's find your father."

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