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#2014-04-28 16:51:33, as written by MaliceInWonderland

Jacqueline Lavaeu

Jacqueline sobbed silently as Marcus lifted her chin to look her in the eyes.

"All you are. Is you!" He shouted over the storm. "and if they are afriad of you, let them be! You are so much better then they ever could be-and you will only become much more!"
He shouted,as she watched his eyes.

"Jacqueline...I hated Witches to no end. Maybe I don't hunt them all...but I hated them all...and after ONE afternoon with you- all the things I thought were 'fact' about Witches and Casters of any kind have been thrown out the window by....You! One incredibly impossible girl! So, if they fear you. let them fear you! You don't need to change, they do!"
He told her and Jacqueline took a ragged deep breath as his hand found hers. Her shakey fingers wrapped around his as his eyes bore into hers.

"Now...I need you to be strong here...I'm going to have to pull this out of your leg so we can move you." He said as his hand moved to her upper thigh where the wood had broken through. Jacqueline whimpered as his hand moved, biting her lip. "Do you know any songs?" He asked, keeping his eyes on hers, she made sure to do the same. "Think you could sing me something?"

She knew what this was but she knew it would probably help. He was going to pull it, she needed to be distracted.

She nodded slowly at first, trying to keep her eyes from falling to her leg. "Okay.." She said, shivering.

"Um...uh.." Her mind had gone blank, she couldn't think of anything, not a single melody entered her mind.

Her eyes traveled toward the vast forest behind them, it used to fill her with wonder as a child. She used to pretend that she was a Fairy Queen and that was her land. Her mother had thought up a song on days like this, where the storm flooded the bayou, making it virtually a swamp and her 'Fairyland' was washed away.

"Over in the hills...there grows a flower, growing quicker still more perfect by the hour, Growing the flower, sits a tiny chair, all a fringed with gold the fairy queen sits there..." Jacqueline's voice was soft and haunting. she let her mind drift as she sat the first verse, to a time where it was her and her mother, playing in the sun, a time where she wasn't a witch, she was just a daughter...just a child and the world was a wonderous place.

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