DAISY - MONICA - IZABEL
The Master sat perched in his hive and felt his body quiver with something he had
never known before: weakness. My power is slipping away. What is happening to me?
In his viewfinder, the girl, Daisy, was fading from his vision. He couldn’t see her
clearly anymore. It was as though a fog were enveloping her. Even though he knew
she was still there, his hold on her was slipping away.
On the other side of the island, Sir Albert whispered in earnest: “Daisy? Daisy,
my dear? Are you all right? I’m right here, Daisy. Mommy’s here.”
“What? Albert? Is that you?”
“Yes, Miss Daisy. ’Tis me.”
“Oh, I had the weirdest dream.” The young girl looked at him with clear eyes. “I
thought I heard you say, ‘Mommy’s here.’”
“Oh my. That is strange.” The peacock frowned.
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