Clothilde sat on the edge of the stairs and buried her head in her arms, hoping for the warmth to return soon.

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Katharine slept soundly in her hospital bed. She had to sleep on her back on her stitches would break open. She blinked her eyes open cleared her throat, she reached for her water next to her bed and was ecstatic to feel something go down her throat. It was hard to sleep for long periods of time without having nightmares of that night. She tensed as the door opened, but was relieved when it was the cute little girl who was bringing everyone cookies, she was followed in by a nurse. “Miss. Martin, you have a visitor,” she said keeping the door in for the person walking in.

The little child had been roaming around the hospital since her mother had been admitted just an hour ago, after being shot. The doctors tried to hide the fact that she would soon die, but Clothilde had gifts, and one was to hear extremely well. It was also to heal people. Clothilde had spent the entire hospital ride over trying to heal her mother, and her father staring at her oddly, but nothing worked, and it was simply because her mother was too far gone. She hung by a thread. Clothilde needed to get away. She heard of one girl getting badly hurt, and she felt so bad. The ten year old had peeped in to several peoples rooms but no one was awake. One room had a visitor. It was a tall man who seemed like he didn’t have time to chat. Clothilde peered around the corner to watch their conversation.

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Israfil bowed his head slightly, a little ashamed. “Yes,” he said, “that is correct. I do not know how long it will take me to recharge…”

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Clothilde shrugged her shoulders, like it was no big deal. She had Israfil and that was okay for now. Yes she did miss her father and even her little brother on the occasions she got to see him, but they could wait. She didn’t know how to get home from here, so she’d wait for Israfil. Another question popped in to her head “When is your other..vessel, coming back..Simon.” she asked raising a slight brow.

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Israfil smiled just a little, though the sadness remained. “Thank you, Clo,” he said gently. He brushed the hair out of Clothilde’s eyes where it had dropped before going back to combing gently through it. He would tell her, one day, he assured himself. But not yet.

Clothilde smiled softly and sat up to look at him. “Israfil..?” she asked and sighed. “Your not strong enough to take me home are you?” she asked “Not yet atleast.” she stated and nodded, knowing she was right.

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De… Changy, the name rang a bell, and it didn’t take long for him to pick out it’s tone. Now that he looked at her he realized how much she looked like her father. “Like I said, this is Phantasma. A land of curiosities and things beyond your imagining.” 

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Clothilde looked around and realized how odd and out of place everything seemed. But something about it..spoke to her. Made her smile. “I like it. Is this like a theme park?” she asked through her thick London accent, turning away from him to gaze around once more.

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Erik paused and smiled kindly at the small child. “Erik, or as most call me— ‘The Phantom’. But fret not, cher, for I only wish to show you my land of wonders.” 

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"Erik.." Clothilde nodded and let a tiny smile show. "I’m Clothilde De Changy" she stated simply. "What is this place?" she looked around her surrounding.


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Happy 33rd birthday, Hadley!

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“Phantasma, peu vicomte.” 

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"Who are you..?" she asked stepping back from the strange man.

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