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The Aayshaak Chronicles Ch. 1 The Aayshaak Chronicles:
As I sat on the railing of the large balcony that was outside of my bedroom in the palace, staring out across my kingdom, I felt overwhelmed. I couldn't help it. I didn't want any of this. How did all of this responsibility have to fall on my shoulders? Well I know how it happened, but not necessarily why. It all began about eight years ago today. I was only eleven
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"Please mother, won't you just stay " I pleaded.
"Aayshaak, you know I have to go. I'm the Queen and I have specific diplomatic duties I have to attend to," she said, kneeling to my level.
"But why don't you want me to go?" she asked as she stared into my violet eyes.
"I I have a bad feeling " I replied, not able to hold her strong gaze, tears in my eyes.
"It will pass my son," she said, smiling, and kissed me on the forehead.
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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