"Damien is your eye okay? Speak to me!" Lukas shouted, lifting my frail body up, a small groan left my lips "I don't know, I can't see my own eye you dummy, what does it look like now?" I questioned as Lukas examined my eye "it looks like you have a Cresent moon for an eye now, it has a star crossing over the moon as well...weird" he explained, as confused as I was.
'That all happened two years ago, I still have the Cresent moon star symbol on my eye, it's been two years since I've seen Lukas as well..I wonder what happened to him.' My thoughts pondered on, a soft knock then knocked me back into reality, as I cleared my throat "you may enter" I stated, straightening my back, watching as my butler, Joan, walk in with his signature smirk "m'lord a man is here to see you" his voice purred, 'classic, another pedophile here to try and get me to do his biddings..' I thought, holding back an eye roll "let them in Joan, and don't hesitate to hurt them if they lay an finger on me" I coldly stated, glaring slightly at him, two minutes later a frail, dark-red head, man walked in, nervously fixing his torn up clothing. "M-Mr. Oakley I saw the paper t-that said you are in need of a new chef..a-and I'm here for that p-position.." he managed out, I have him a small nod "you have the position since your the only one who came, JOAN! Get our new chef some clean clothing, and undergarments" I shouted, crossing my legs as the young man, and Joan walked off 'damn I'll have to ask for his name later, for now I guess ill call him Red'
YOU ARE READING
The Birth Of A Nightingale
FantasyThis will just be a little short book about something, anyways Damien, and Lukas where born in the Victorian age, as they grew up they began to discover more things about the world they live in, what new things will they learn about?
