2004-02-19 - 6:58 a.m.
At the top of the castle wall the Phantom sits with her back against the stone wall of the turret. This is where the last rays of sun catch the castle. It is warm here. This time of year and it should be well into spring... she knows the little creature did not see his shadow. The fog was so dense that day, even a phantom had to light a lantern to get around.
Now the Phantom waits. She watches the leaves carefully collected from the meadows. Where are the small hungry creatures who eat like mad and then turn into a green jewel before they finally achieve their greatest form... a butterfly?
*much muttering*
With the sound of whispers and grumbles echoing down the inner curtain into the ward... Gweenie scurries to heat some water. Tea will sooth the Phantom's cold soul and grumbling mood. Tea is a great healer and the kitchen will soon be warm from the fire. "Come Phantom and rest..." whispers the small one.
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