✣ тнє ℓαѕт ∂αη¢єя

- It's not what it seems.
  I was changes when Mya stopped dancing and Luke put it back in the coffin.- All of them are ... dolls?- Yes. I turned them to ensure that they continued perfect.- That's not right.- But they seem good, after all, are smiling.
  He approached me with a new embrace, trying to comfort me.- Do not worry, I will not do any of that with you.
  I do not know if he could trust him, at least not after that. Anyway, I could not show distrust, not now. I might be close to finding out the reason why my father hated him.- Come with me.
  In a neighboring room where was the scottish dancer: Alison Angharat. A young woman with clear and long brown hair with honey glass eyes. The room was similar to Mya, so there's not much to say. I really feel sorry for them, however, Luke seems to be specific about the social class of them. Alison and Mya belonged to a family possessions. I wonder if the parents of these girls did not notice anything strange after that. However, I still did not understand what kind of "thing" had happened between him and my father.- The last dancer is the most important to me. For a long time it was the reason of my life and was a blow to me to have to do this to her ... I still can not forgive myself for that.
  He seemed doesn't want to open the door, but he changed his mind for a moment.
  We entered and as usual, the room was dark. When Luke opened the curtains, I could see a room even more elaborate, with furniture like a desk and a dresser with a mirror. The coffin that held the dancer was much richer in detail than the other and made of silver and crystals. He really was not kidding when he said that this was the most important of all.
   I approached carefully, since Luke was taking the coffin lid, and his expression changed dramatically for extreme melancholy and pain.- It is much more painful for me than anyone else ... What she felt is nothing compared to what I feel every time I look at her. If I could, I would never have done that to her.
  The Welsh dancer was really different from the others: her expression was naturally serene and happy, and not "designed" as the others. It was as if she knew of her condition and was completely happy with it. Her dark brown hair was straight and long, and her glass eyes were blue, but it was not just any blue: it was a pale blue, reminiscent of a lot more gray.- Phoebe was the most important in my life and the last part of my company. She was always much more skilled than the other two together, besides being innocent and sweet. However, her father not allowed her to be around me, much less have any kind of relationship with me. She was the only one to ask to be transformed into a doll and, ironically, the last person in the world I'd turn ... The only thing that comforts me is to see that at all, she is not completely dead yet. You look like her. There is no denying that you have the same blood than her.

✣ тнє ѕωιѕѕ вαℓℓєяιиα

 I closed the door carefully and tried to approach Luke. I know I should feed suspicions about him because of what the maid said, and because of all that was happening, but I could not. For me, Luke was just a misunderstood person and there was no one to hear him.
  He really looked unhappy when I approached him more. Although not hear any regret or tears streaming down his face, I could clearly see that he was not as good as he looked. I supported one of my hands on his back carefully and saw him lift his head slowly toward me.
- Is everything okay? You need something? - He looked haggard.
- I'm fine, but you do not seem very happy.
  I saw a grin appearing on his face.
- You heard, right? - The his forehead was resting on mine.
- Yes ... - I could not lie, at least not looking directly into his eyes.
  When I realized I was already feeling his arms around me and his smell was settling in my mind. For a moment I was paralyzed, but I felt the blush rising to my face and I began to feel uncomfortable with it.- Sorry, honey. - He looked at me, but still holding me. It was as if he were afraid of something - I ... Do you trust me?- Yes.- Even after what you heard?- Yes, you didn't me any harm so far.
  He held my hand and with the other rummaged in his pockets, looking for something. Luke took a silver key from his pocket and guided me through the halls to a similar door of my room, but with a slightly darker shade. When we entered there was no sign of clarity, though I could hear his footsteps around the room until finally the curtains parted, showing a large room, but with little furniture. A small wardrobe in the corner and something like a coffin in the center of the room.
  Immediately I recognized those features: wavy blond hair and red dress. Yes, even at a great distance I could see that it was the Swiss dancer.- You can approach.
  He did not seem to have much confidence about my approach, but even so I walked until he could see her face and what was not my surprise to see her with wide eyes looking forward. She was not breathing and that made me even more scared.- Is she dead?- She never was fully alive, at least not to start dancing. Mya Ilca belonged to a noble family and her dream was always to become a ballerina. I watched her dance for the first time and I thought skillful enough to help me start a ballet company.- But ...- Unfortunately she had poor health, but still brought me profits. So I thought, why not help her recover it while she can stay with the same look young forever? Of course, this was a great idea, so she's like this.
  I could not understand where he was going with that. If it was a joke, I admit not be enjoying any moment. However, Luke did not seem to be playing with it at all and it worried me a lot. He walked over and took the top of the coffin to then catch the dancer carefully and place her on foot. She did not move.
  Luke stirred something in her back and Mya began dancing at once. When she approached me, I could clearly see her green eyes, which were made of glass. No, I was not crazy, they were really made of glass. Mya Ilca was a doll. A d-o-l-l.

✣ ιη α ∂σℓℓнσυѕє

  I could not sleep well all the night. Think this room, which made me feel at home is just a lie made a shiver go down my spine. I checked my watch. It was five o'clock in the morning and it was still raining. What could I do now? My father would get - if he wasn't at home already - too angry. I opened the door, but there was not a single noise even for that reason tried not to wander the halls looking for Luke, who surely should be sleeping at a time like this. I went back to bed, feeling terrified because of the thunders and the heavy rain, which prevented my return to home.
  I heard the sound of footsteps close my bedroom door and saw the doorknob moving while the door opened and I could not contain a scream.- Sorry, just I came to see if everything was fine.
  It was Luke, already dressed for the day to day. Maybe I had misjudged the idea everyone is asleep at that hour.- It's all right.- Do not worry, you can return to sleep. The sun not yet born and how you can listen by yourself, it is still raining.
  I nodded slightly as he entered through the room and walked toward me. I kept sitting on the bed like a statue until I feel the velvety touch of his glove on my back.- I'm sorry if I woke you up, you can go back to sleep all you want. Once the rain stops I promise I'll take you home. I really apologize for scaring you.- Do not worry, the guilt is not yours.- So what?- Is this room ... It's like my real room. How did you know all this?- I'm taking care of you for longer than you might think. I know your family for over twenty years.
  It really was too long.- So why does my father hate you so much?- Things happen... - he shrugged, leaving the room - But I do not want you to think about it now, okay?
  I kept lying, but I could not sleep. All he had told me was still in my head and I really could not understand what was happening. If he really knew my father, he would not have it so much hatred, unless something really serious had happened. "Things happen," that's what Luke said, but that sort of thing was that to turn friends into enemies?
  I got up and went into the bathroom and everything was exactly like the original, from the floor to the details in plaster ceiling. I took a quick shower and put on one of the dresses that were in the wardrobe, since I was wearing last night was not there. I brushed my hair and I closed the door carefully.- You know that rain will stop and you will have to fulfill your promise, do not you?- While the rain did not stop she knows she can trust me. I would not do anything bad to her.- I really am sorry for her. That girl does not know what she's getting into ...- Shut up and go about your business, nothing you say is relevant.- Poor girl ... - the woman came out, shaking her head in negative - She is being confined in a dollhouse and she does not know anything.
  Luckily no one saw me. What did she mean by that? I would have to stay without knowing because I feared their reaction if I asked something. As the rain continued, I should look for myself, but how? From what I can gather, all the rooms were locked and the keys were with Luke.
  Once the woman left, he lowered his head as his hands gripped the iron railings in the balcony. Judging all his gestures, I'd say he looked angry.- A dollhouse, right? Maybe that's it. - he said to himself.

✣ ιη тнє мι∂∂ℓє σƒ тнє ηιgнт

    I was not sure if his smile reassured me or made me more concerned. However, we were on the way to his mansion by a long way and completely desert, where there was nothing but dry and gnarled trees and the sound of horses trotting down the dirt road.- Soon we will come, do not worry.
  It took me a while to process what he was saying, after his gaze always made me lose my ideas.- Is everything okay? Do not be afraid of anything, I will always be around.
  I looked away, but I could still feel his eyes on me, having an unpleasant feeling shivers down my spine. Could not back down, I knew it very well. If my father found it, he would certainly kill me. I swallowed hard and tried to forget about it and ignore the morbid atmosphere that transmitted that way. Does not it have an end?
  The carriage stopped and I only realized it when I wasn't listening the horses anymore. Luke was the outstretched hand from the outside, ready to help me down. I still did not understand why he smile so much, but it was the only thing that comforted me. I looked at the sky and saw that the moon was high, should be near midnight.- Welcome.
  The mansion could be compared to a castle. It was bigger than mine or anyone else. Actually shows him were profitable.
  However, what really drew my attention was the huge garden he owned, which by the way was well taken care of. Anyway, there was something that made me uneasy, but I did not know exactly what.- Do not worry, there is nothing you need to fear. I'll be here. - He looked at his pocket watch - There are still ten minutes to midnight, you would like to get?
  I nodded, after all I would have no reason to refuse to enter. He said I had nothing to fear, so I should trust him, right?
  The house was even more luxurious inside. Curtains made of scarlet velvet and sofas, Persian carpet covering the entire living room floor, the porcelain, absolutely everything was flawless, completely different from my home.
  I felt Luke's hand resting gently on my back.- Would you like something?- I'm fine, thank you.
  He smiled as he always did, and thunder made a rumbling sound.- Looks like rain.- Yes.
  The rain began to fall. It looked like a storm that fell without mercy, preventing our walk in the garden and my return home. I hoped the rain ended in time for me to come back, because I did not know if my father could still come back tonight. If I was not at home, surely he would kill me.
  I looked at the clock on his wall. Three minutes to midnight, there was still time for that storm diminished or disappeared. I sat on the couch, looking anxiously toward the window, waiting for it all to end. Luke went upstairs but did not tell me it would return soon. I admit, however that his house was sophisticated and comfortable, I was afraid to be alone.
  The clock struck midnight chimes and the rain seemed to grow even heavier. Luke was coming down the stairs when we heard the sound of a female voice singing in the distance. I looked at him.- Come. - He held my hand.
  I held his hand and followed him up the stairs, to the sound of new voices getting louder and closer. When we arrived on the balcony, the sound became even clearer, though I could not understand what they were singing because of the sound of rain.
  It did not last long, but it was enough for a tremor percorresse my body and I did not know the real reason. The rain continued without forecasting when it would end and it started to make me worried, because sleep was taking care of my body and I could not control a long yawn.- With this rain I can not take you home, sorry.
  It was exactly what I feared. However, I stayed silent.- Come with me, I have a room for you this night.
  I follow the hall to get to an ivory door, which was locked. Luke took a key from his pocket and when we entered, I was petrified and for a moment I had to control myself not to run.- I hope you do not mind that.
  His decoration was equal to my true room. How did he know every detail, I had no idea, but everything was perfect. Even those dolls that he had taken were there in the same place where they should be.- Like you ...
  Luke was not there when I turned. The door was locked and the key on the desk. I was afraid of more enter that room, but I needed sleep. I went to the wardrobe and what was my surprise to see that dress I was wearing at the feast, along with other clothes the same as I used. What was going on and why he had an identical room next to mine? So I also wanted to know as soon as possible because I started to get a bad feeling about what was going on in that house, and something told me it had to do in this room.

✣ ѕωєєт ηιgнтмαяє, ¢нσιя σƒ тнє мι∂ηιgнт

   As punishment for having had contact with Luke, my father left me at home as he travel to Wales. I was alone, with no servant for two weeks and would have to do everything by myself. For me, this was not much of a punishment, however I did not like being alone at night. Anyway, I would have to adapt to that.
  Just now I realized how the house was empty without them. Maybe I had exceeded the limits, I admit, but if I knew what happened between my father and I certainly understand and  I could be more careful. But now I could not think about it, the past cannot be changed.                                                                         ✣✣✣

  I hear a knock on the door when I was almost getting ready for bed. Surely it would not be my father, since he had the house keys and would not need to knock. I walked down the two stairs in two steps to finally reach the door. I held the handle and for a moment I hesitated, but now I had come this far; nothing bad would happen, I said to myself as I opened the door slowly until my eyes cross with eyes I would have forever in the memory, however wrong that was. 
- I hope it was not inconvenient. 
- No, of course not.
  I opened the door for Luke to enter.                                                                                                      - Where are the servants? It is not your job to answer the door, right? 
-They are not. They are accompanied my father on a trip to Wales.
  Luke looked back at me.
 - And did he leave you alone? - He seemed plagued with the idea. 
 - It was my choice. - I lied. I certainly would not tell Luke that I was being punished for dancing with his ballerinas.
  I just came back to reality as I felt his hand brushing my face. Although there is no direct contact, his glove was enough to make my skin burn where he was touching. However, what bothered the most was his gaze fixed on mine.- You look tired ... I'll let you rest now, I promise I'll come back tomorrow.
  He was out the door and closed it before I had a chance to recover. For a moment I thought that Luke did not feel even a little embarrassed to touch me, on the contrary, it was as if he had all the world's permission to do it. I really did not understand what had just happened, though it was better to wait until tomorrow.                                                                    ✣✣✣

  I woke up early the next morning because of the nightmare that I had involving Luke, but I could not remember what had happened, the only thing I am sure of is that I had no desire to wake up from this nightmare, however bad it was, because his presence was all that I did not know I needed. At this point I wondered if he really would come visit me again and jumped out of bed to the bathroom.
- Good morning.
  Luke gave me a fright so great that I had to grab me firmly of the door not to fall on the floor. When he had arrived? And most importantly: HOW he had entered? All doors and windows were locked, because I was sure I reviewed one by one twice before sleep after his departure last night.
  However he stood by the table and so I saw the breakfast was ready, carrying a fresh smell tea, bread and other accompaniments exactly as I liked. It was as if we were together for so long to do all this was a routine for him, more precisely a habit he seemed to struggle to maintain. 
- You forgot to lock the front door and I ended up going to make sure I was okay with you. When I saw you sleeping, I decided to prepare her breakfast, I hope all is well. 
- Yes, of course. - I struggled to find my voice after that surprise.
  Luke and I had breakfast together, which for me was embarrassing. However, he seemed serene, regardless of anything. It was as if he were suited to me.
  I admit that I understand that he would not mind, because of the way he behaved was spotless. His stance could make anyone think that he belonged to a higher caste to all others, so that I felt embarrassed to be in his presence and at the same time delighted to be able to admire it.
 - Your porridge will cool.
  When less I realized, he was with the spoon ready in front of my mouth and with a sweet smile that reached to his eyes naturally. I opened my mouth and realized that it did not compare to what the servants did; Luke cooked much better than any of them.
  As I helped with the dishes did not fail to notice that he was restless and seemed to have something to say, but he did not know how. 
- Luke,are you okay? 
- Of course, why would not I be? 
- You seem restless.
 - I just have something to tell you, but I do not want you seem rude or something.
 - Please speak as you see good.
  He was silent for a moment, probably thinking about the best way to say what he needed. When finally our eyes met, Luke seemed convinced of what she would say. 
- I would like to invite you to attend the choir of the midnight. 
- Choir of the midnight? 
- Yes. Every day exactly at midnight a choir singing in the gardens of my house and would like to show you.
  I really was not sure. And if my father decided to return before? I would be in serious trouble. However, he seemed so kind to me make that proposal that I felt bad contemplate such decline it.

✣ ηєνєямσяє

- What do you think he was doing there?
  I decided do not answer. After all, all I could say would be used against me. My father closed the door of the carriage tightly, repeating everything he had previously said, as if I had not heard everything the first time.- Dad, what's wrong? I just have danced. The owner of the company has not done anything against me.
  He stopped talking and stared at me with a grim and serious that I did not remember seeing before in my entire life. Anyway, I was old enough to know when to walk away or get close to a person, I was not a child.- Do you think he would not do anything to you? So why did he invite you to dance with the dancers it? In addition, you saw by yourself that they are strangers, did not you? - I nodded. Could not deny what was in my face. - This is exactly why want to protect you from this kind of people.- he continued .

 - But what did Luke do?
  My father gave me a reproachful look again.- What is the degree of intimacy you have with that boy?- None, but ...- Serena, I said I do not want you near that man and that will not change.
  I was silent not to say that none of it mattered to me. My father never told me one reason why I should fear or hate him, so I would look for my own conclusions. Luke seemed an ordinary person, like every other, how could he do something bad to someone?
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- What do you intend to do now?- Just want her to know who I am and she knows all I can offer.
  The boy touched the dress gently, as if it could fall apart just by staring. He closed the door and went to the balcony, waiting patiently for the moment to do something.

✣ σηℓу σηє ηιgнт

  I heard harps being plucked and violins being played, which made me stop to think for a second. I remember that song from somewhere and somehow, it made me think of that boy whose smile was familiar.
  I stopped looking the window and looked at the center of the room, where there was a cluster of people who were watching some kind of show. I could not see anything, but some people returned to dance the waltz and so I could see three ballerinas.
  Ballerinas. Yes, I remember those dancers.
  It all started to make sense. That smile. Yes, it was the owner of the ballet company and the dancers were there it means that it also would be. So my father did not want to talk about it. If he saw them, he would take me out of there as soon as possible as always, but today I was determined to hide from my father as much as possible me to collect enough information about him. I turned away from the window, making sure that my father did not locate me, and I approached the dancers, as well as the last time I saw them.
  Nothing had changed. It was as if they were not seeing me as a ghost. However, I did not call them and did not even try to engage their attention for long, because their movements spoke more than anything.- Miss Blane.
  Those eyes. That smile. Yes, he was.- I thought I would never see them again.- I said they were special, but never said I would stop with the shows. There are times I do not talk to the lady and also thought I never would. However, we are here.- I'm surprised you still remember me, sir ...
  His smile widened.- Luke Ackermann, but not have to call me sir. Of course, I'd remember you, after all promised to let you dance with them when you grew up, right?- Yes, but ... You should not get older?- I know methods to preserve me, but that's not important now. - He put a crystal crown on her head - Join the show, was not this your wish? - He paused and shook his head in negative - But not with this outfit. Follow me, I think I have something for you.
  I followed him behind the curtains and saw him with a silver and blue dress and a pair of sneakers with the same model that the dancers. Take, he said, before ending up view.
  That was an offer I could never refuse. As a child I dreamed about it and even if I had let that go for over twelve years, it never disappeared from my mind. My dream was always to be a dancer and that hurt satisfy this desire for just one night?
  I was surprise by the dress exactly have my measurements. Both the dress as the shoes were exactly my size. When I returned to the room, he smiled.- You are wonderful, but we'll see how you comes out on stage.
  I felt my stomach churn a bit, but still climbed the steps and went through the curtains. Even at that time, it was as if they were not seeing me, but it was not time to worry about that. All the nobles who was looking began to whisper when they saw me go on stage, so I tried to follow the rhythm of them the as best I could.
  It was like I was part of it. Even with some clumsy movements, I could accompany them on a satisfactory pace. However, even feeling comfortable there, I knew my father would already be looking for me at this hour and began to beg for that song ended as soon as possible.
  Not even realized that it was all over before hearing the applause of the nobles who were there. Anyway, we had completed at the same time that they, with the same position. However, I could not escape the eyes of my father.
   The curtains closed and I came down as soon as possible, but Luke held me.- Better than any dancer I would have.- I'm sorry, but I have to go away quickly.- What happened?- Is that ...
  I felt a firm hand hold my arm and I did not look back to see who it was. Luke passed me regardless of the presence of my father; I will see you again, do not worry, he whispered before pulling away.

✣ тнє ∂αякєѕт ѕι∂є σƒ му нєαят

  - It's getting almost everything perfect, it's just missing one piece key to everything I want to happen.
  He looked at the room, which was empty, but waiting for the arrival of someone. The boy closed the door and locked it, to ensure that no one could enter. Even if there were only two servants beyond it, it was better to take care that everything remains as it plans until the arrival of that person.- How are they?- Just a few more repairs and they will be ready. I admit that perhaps the lack of use made the dust would harm.- I can see. However, I can not wear them too much, especially this. - He gently touched a female face - Anyway, be quick, I received an invitation to a dance tonight.- Yes, sir.- Are not you ashamed to do this?- Of course not.  Everything is allowed in love and war.
- This is insanity!- Why should I listen to you? After all,  your daughter was enchanted by this insanity that was not for her.
  The woman stopped and withdrew from his presence, crestfallen. The boy looked at the clock that was in the hallway.- Only two more hours and I'll be waiting for you.

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- Serena! Serena!
  I was so distracted that not even realized my father calling me out of the carriage. Actually I did not want to realize that we had come here. This dress bother me and the shoes are uncomfortable, since I do not have skills to walk with high heels. However, he did not seem to mind. I sighed and smoothed her dress before following him to the interior of the Lord Stephen Causton's mansion, known old my father whose daughter completed eighteen years tonight and I was not at all excited about it.- Duke Blane, Lady Blane.
  The butler gave a forced smile I've ever seen, as if deep down he only could see more people to mess up the mansion.
  The father of Brythannia, Lord Stephen, came to greet us, with his daughter behind him. I did not need words to know that I did not like it and neither she likes me. Her blond hair was pulled back in a loose bun and her face was completely full of makeup, like mortar to cover up any imperfections. Anyway, the dress was what really drew attention: it was dark pink with gold trim with a neckline of those. It looked like a doll with exaggerated details.
  Near I left them and decided to walk around the room when I came across a mirror. Maybe I is who was too simple, however I was happy as well. Since childhood I was allergic to all those things that Brythannia was using and so I have to go to every event with minimal makeup possible. My mother said it was better the natural beauty of the artificial and feel a person's lucky to have inherited the gray blue eyes of my mother and the smooth dark brown hair of my father with a pallor within the normal.
  I looked at the clock, looking forward to the end of it all. I did not want to stay in this place for more than five seconds, but my father seemed to want to stay all night. Without my mother here, the night would be long and painful.

✣ тнє ѕαƒєѕт ρℓα¢є

  The bag is filled with seventeen years of nostalgia. So many memories, so many times and now I have to finally say goodbye to that. I see my clothes that I used when I was a child, my old shoes and my dolls. I did not think this day would come so soon, but now that it arrived, I would do everything possible to postpone it. My father tells me that old stuff "pull" us always back and so we must always get rid of what is old. Anyway, I was not fully prepared. Those dolls were important to me, they were my only friends throughout my life and not it's not fair to discard them and move on.
  I searched all of them, hoping to find something that would keep me and I finally found a silver chain with a picture of a kind of key. Surely my father would not mind if I save it.
  A knock at the door distracts me from my thoughts.- Are you ready to finally get rid of all this?- Yes. - I felt the weight of the chain in my hands, but I decided to keep this secret.
  I saw my father take the bag, without another word. I closed the door behind him and watched the scenery out the window until I saw a man, apparently young, indicating an empty space where my father could put my bag. I hear a little dialogue between them and finally the boy looks towards my window.
  I have never seen eyes like that: they were blue like the wings of a butterfly on the left and at the same time, black as night without stars nor moonlight on the right. Anyway, his gaze did not last more than two seconds, but I could see a possible smile forming. Something stirred inside me, but I did not know why. Yes, I remember that smile, but where did I see it?
  I was so involved in my thoughts that not even realized he was gone. I can not remember his face, but no doubt that smile going through my head. My father did not seem so happy to have seen him, however it was all over. What that boy would do with my old belongings?
  I walked down the stairs quickly and I saw my father went into the house, with an upset expression. So, I stopped where I was and went back to my room, maybe his mood improved at dinner time.                                                                                ✣✣✣- Father?
  He was too focused on food and took a few seconds to realize that I was there. Apparently, he was not much better than this afternoon, still decided to ask him about the guy who came to visit. He looked at me, waiting for me to start talking.- Well ... - I started, unsure of what I should ask or even what exactly I wanted to know, however it was better to know at least something than to be imagining things - Who was that guy who came here?
  The his jaw muscles twitched.- Why do you want to know that? He is no one that deserves attention.- Still, I think I know him from somewhere.- You're imagining things, how could you meet a man like that?
   The harsh tone of his voice told me he did not want to talk about it, however, that evil would he tell me?- Why are you so angry?- Why should not you want to know things about people like him.- Okay. - Decided not to insist more.- Great - he said, leaving the table - That this subject is not discussed more, do not want that man is mentioned. Never.
  What he had against that boy I did not know. Maybe I would never know if I continued depending on his answers, so I will investigate it without his knowledge. I also did not understand the reason for all this obsession, but something inside of me longed to see him and know about something he was guarding. Maybe I could find him again, after all, eyes like those do not see every day.

✣ Still Doll

- How are savvy!- Yes, they are magnificent!
  The dancers danced on stage with grace, making all kinds of postures and steps they could. It was a rare spectacle and that only lasted two nights before disappearing again. Many have tried to hire them for other types of dances for entertainment, however, was useless. No one had ever seen the owner of that company to try to talk to him because few people knew and who knew something of him was only the highest aristocracy.
  Anyway, while some admired the spectacle of dancers, others despised and hated the owner, without even knowing him. Some people thought that those dancers were like puppets, which were under his command and so they only returned when the owner had managed to make a new one. Others thought they were abducted girls from other countries who worked as slaves to enrich him.- Mom! Daddy! Why can not we watch?- The owner of this show is a terrible man, he uses those girls to deceive others.
  The girl did not quite understand the meaning of, so she wanted more than all to see the show of those rare dancers who only appeared from time to time.                                                                       ✣ ✣ ✣
- Is he here?- Who did invite him?- I do not know, but we have to be friendly and avoid contact with him in all possible ways.
  The dancers were there again. They danced with all possible grace the center of the room for all to marvel. The girl, lively, crossed the mass of bodies that lay between her and the dancers while her parents were not seeing.
  It was as if the dancers not noticed her. Even being there, they did not see the little girl and continued dancing. As much as the girl insisted, nothing happened and it ended up drawing the attention of the man who was well dressed and sitting on a red velvet chair. He got up and went to her.- They are very focused on what they do, do not feel ignored.
  The girl, at first, was startled by the man, but then began to understand what he said. Indeed they seemed very concentrated.- How do you know?
  The boy smiled at her.- I am the owner of this company.
  She seemed to be delighted to know that.- Why do you only appears once in a while ?! They are fantastic! I really wanted to see them more often!- Be calm - the boy smiled at her gently - They need rest, so they can not do this forever, they are special.- Special?- Yes, very special. I chose them by myself traveling the world. - He pointed to one of them - see: that red dress I chose from Switzerland, the blue and white dress is from Scotland.- And that? - The little girl pointed to the dancer from the center, who was dressed in black.- That came from Wales. She is the most special of all.
  The little girl looked at it all, completely fascinated.- I could dance with them someday?- Of course you do. - He smiled - Do you have something special too. Who knows when you get older?
  The father of the little girl holds her in his lap, taking it away from him as possible. The girl did not understand the reason for everything, so reluctant in his father's lap while they were leaving the mansion.
  The man put his daughter sitting in the carriage and sat down beside her.- What did you think you were doing?- I was just talking, Dad. He was the owner of the dancers.- Yes I know. So I do not want you to get close to him.- Why?
  That is the question that no adult likes to hear, especially when there was an answer that could make the child understand. He took a deep breath and shook his head, not believing that would have to say that to her daughter, because she knew that answer could still incite more curiosity, but it was necessary. There were no other words to describe it.- He is not human, you should not believe on him.