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[Adara Smythe]

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Adara gazed out the window, having it open so that she may stick her head out. She watched as the birds flew about, almost teasing it seemed. They were free, she was not, stuck in the house bonded to it by her illness. She was enjoying the sites so much, she didn't hear any footsteps or the door open. Her tranquil escape was broken by a

"Adara what are you doing out of bed?!"

When she turned, she saw both her mother and father. She smiles at them.

"I just wanna look at the animals."

She went to move to get back in bed, when her father scooped her up in his arms. She laid her head against him, he could feel the heat from her little body that was more limp than anything. Once she was settled into bed, she spoke with briefly. The conversation was fuzzy and before she knew it...Uncle Drago and uncle Bubbles and her sister Willow were surrounding her bed. She must have dozed off as she could not figure why so many were seeing her and staring at her. Uncle Bubbles talking about a dying child, Adara felt bad for that little kid. That was til she realized that it was her. Uncle Drago left in a huff and Uncle Bubbles was making her taste nasty things. He offered a pie made by Ceinwyn, her father retorted no daughter of his was going to eat a pie made by Ceinwyn. Adara was surprised that the ice queen could cook, after all ice and fire never really worked out well. She listened half way while watching her mother go into a frantic serach for Mr Poofy Pants. She settled up with her teddy bear and was drifting off. She could not control the feel of her spirit wishing to escape the burning inferno that was her body. Soon the voices faded but the touch of her fathers and mothers hand did not. The gentle and concerned caresses to her hair helped made the transition for her spirit more soothing. Once again, she was playing with the pixies and other creatures.
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Nature is but a cycle in which we all live and die by.