After: New York

His hair is coming out perfectly. With every brush stroke it looks more like his real hair.

The golden coloring, the soft texture of his hair. He bright blue of his eyes. His serious lips.

The anger that burns in his blue eyes, the power.

After a few hours of painting, Thor begins to look more and more like himself. Adeline smiles as she wipes off her brush admiring her wonderful work.

“It’s a pretty picture.” She hears Danni say from behind her.

“Thank you, Danni.” She smiles at her half brother admirably.

His little red head bobs up and down as he jumps to see his reflection in the mirror.

“Need some help, bud?” Adeline asks, putting the brush back in the bin and taking her long blond hair outta it's braid.

She hops on the stool beside him, taking his hand and pulling him up with her. “Better?” She asks as he grins at himself in the mirror.

“Yeah.” He hops off of her lap, and onto the tile floor of the studio, just at head mistress Cardon walks in.

“Danniel, what are you doing out and about at this time of night?” She scolds him.

Headmistress is Danni’s guardian until I have a stable job. Adeline tells herself as she forces a smile at the elderly woman who was forced into taking care of Danni. “Mistress Cardon.”

The elderly woman just tightens hair, the rust colored curls curling tighter around her head. “I brought you this.” She holds up a manilla folder.

“What is it?” Adeline takes it hesitantly, eyeing her like she put a bomb in it.

“Well, open it and see!” She says, taking Danni’s hand and she walks them walk down the hall, and into the main hall, the dorm hall.

She opens the folder to find a letter.

Adeline,

I known that more than likely hate it where you are. I know. But you must think about this: That you are not alone. You must fight for your brother, fight for me, fight for the whole world. Ad, you are gonna change the world, and if you are going to change it, you mustn't let it change you before you get the chance to change it. When you are free please call me, girly. I miss talking to you in the Abbey, and at the lake. I really wish you were still here. I have to keep this short for now. I miss her too, Ad.

XOXO ~Julian

She smiles when she sees Julian’s signature, the curvy hook on the ‘j’.

Julian has been her best friend since kindergarten, and they have stuck together through the thick and thin. They were, as Adeline’s mother used to say, ‘like two peas in a pod.’

Adeline feels something snap inside her as she looks at the last sentence.

``I miss her too, Ad.

`It wasn't fair. First, her mother dies, and now her life is flipped upside down.

“Jane Foster was a woman of beauty.” A voice says from behind her, jostling her thoughts. “Pardon me. I have to clean this room.”

“Ohh. Sorry.” She moves outta the way of the janitor. “Wait, you knew my mother?”

“I did. She was a sweet woman.” He scratches his scruffy brown beard.

He was old enough to be in Adeline’s mother’s class at school. But not old. Around forty, maybe.

“Ohh...kay.” Adeline says as she slinks out the door, and into her room.

When she tosses the folder on the dresser, it makes a loud banging sound.

“What the..” She walks over to it, and dumps the folder over onto her hand.

It's a….ring. And there is a not attached to it.

Adeline- look, I found this in you're mother’s bag, and it had you're name on it, so I am going to send it to you.

The ring itself looks around a hundred years old. The band look made of a metal that shines only a little. The stone on the top, looks like an older diamond. Just… the inside of it looks like it shines a little too much, it looks as though it was moving inside.

She sets it back on the dresser, and she crawls in her bed.

She dreams of her mother, and Daniel.

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