Blair: The Same Daughter
The police were confused and interrogated her. She had no memory.
The doctors were amazed and did test after test. She had not aged.
Mr and Mrs Fitzpatrick were ecstatic their little girl was home and bought a new house in town. She lived with her family, finished her HSC and they were happy.
But Blair found herself constantly drawn ‘home’ and to the man who had found her. Little by little, Blair and Dathan fell in love.
spirit of Alizaria and blood of another land,
a daughter of two worlds:
She will be loved by an heir.
She will sleep till Alizaria needs her.
She will bring fire and flood.
She will be the greatest queen for a thousand years.
She will be alone.”
Chapter One: The Same
A shaft of bright white light illuminated the bedroom for a second before it returned to the black. Then came another crack of thunder. “It’s close,” Blair mumbled to herself.
She laid on her back staring at the ceiling, more like darkness, above. Her mind was blank.
Rolling her head to the side she checked the time on the clock. Its glowing red numbers said one thirty-six. She groaned. “I haven’t been asleep for a full hour yet.” She felt exhausted but she just couldn’t settle in for the night.
Blair sat up in the bed, the sheet pooling in her lap. She wore an old singlet and a pair of blue cotton boxers, anything that wouldn’t feel like she was being smothered to death in cloth. Dathan was sleeping next to her.
“How can you do that? Sleep through anything?” She asked Dathan.
His face was peaceful, unaware of her words. Mouth slightly open, he snored a little. Thankfully the rain blocked out the sounds. Many nights she had to go sleep in the spare room on her own just to get any shut-eye.
He never seemed to be bothered by the fact it had become a problem in the last three months. They would have good intentions and go to bed together but then after an hour of staring at the ceiling and becoming more and more annoyed with the drone-and-honk she would finally make her way out.
As she stared at the man her hand went straight to her belly.
The foetus inside there was being a pain in the neck again. “I want something... salty. Chips, yes I want chips.”
Crawling out of bed, Blair didn’t need to use the bedside lamp to guide her; she knew the way across the floor to the door. Understood she had to shuffle across so she didn’t end up kicking her toe into the foot of the bed.
Once on the other side of the door, she turned on the hall lights and made her way down to the kitchen.