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Mr.Fabulous · 08-10-2010, 11:55 AM,

'... A girl... You have a girl... a beautiful... baby girl...'

'... A... girl...? Let me... let me take... a look at her, please...'

'... She... she looks just like her father... She has your eyes, husband...'

'... And would you look at that...? Even straight out of her womb she's already smiling at us...'

'... She has your smile, Veronica... the smile that won the admiration of your people... the smile worth a million credits...'

'... Your Grace... I'm sorry to interrupt this wonderful event, but I need to discuss with you something of the utmost---...'

'... Can't that wait, Detective!? I've been awaiting my newborn child for the last 24 hours, and I'm not going to let you take away the glorious moment of seeing my own child witness the light of day for the first time...'

'... Understood, Your Grace... I'll contact you first thing of the morrow's morning...'

'... What name should we bestow upon your daughter, Tychondrius?...'

'... Mmmm... I sense great things are in store for her... She'll be an inspiration to those around her...'

'... a maiden amongst maidens...'

'... a piercing, yet soothing light in the inkiest darkness... Her name will be...'

5:52 AM // 10 August // 818 A.S.
Mila's Room // Northwing Section // Entrance Quarters // Sector-1

Mila slowly opened her eyes to the early morning light flowing through the windows. After sitting up from her pink, king-sized bed, she stretched her joints a bit to loosen up her still-lingering drowsiness, and sat up on the side of the bed to put on her slippers, '... Lucille...' she whispered to herself.

Without warning her head pulses with a lot of pain, and so intense and sudden it was that it momentarily paralyzed her back on the bed. Mila squirms around the bed and even bites a pillow until the pain manages to dissipate enough for her to think.

[color=#CC66CC]'Meeeeeeeeeeep... It... huuuuurrrrrts... Wh... why do I get these awful headaches whenever I have these weird dreams?' she whimpers as she recovers herself, then claws her way to a small table adjacent to the bed, where some green-tinted pills lay on the surface. Quickly, she pops one into her mouth, chews a bit, and after swallowing she slumps back on the bed as the headaches start to lessen.

'... It's the dream again...' Mila gets up to put on her cotton slippers, and walks to one of the full-length windows, thinking to herself...

... Lucille... who... is she, meep...? It's always the same dream... After all these years, meep... why...?

... And why the headaches every time, meep...

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