I moved my shoulders back and forth and noticed I was barely moving. I sighed and gave up. This is going to be a lot harder than what I thought. I blinked a few times and noticed another figure in the room. I began to feel a little nervous as it started to approach me. It stopped a few feet from my crib. I looked forward, trying to ignore the figure. I could hear it take a deep breath as it walked up to my crib. I noticed it was a young woman. Her whole body was surrounded in a black fog as she looked down at me. Her eyes a deep red. I looked at her for a few moments. She went to touch my head, when I gently twitched. She withdrew her hand and looked at me for a few minutes. I nervously looked away.

“Can you see me little Prince?” she gently touched my head again. Her hand seemed to be cold to the touch. She smiled and the fear I felt seemed to slowly vanish. She used her other hand and picked me up in the blanket around me. Her touch was still a little cold, but the blanket seemed to help keep me warm. She leaned closer to my eyes, “Those who have seen death, can see those who have passed. You have just been born though today. How have you already seen death?” Her voice seemed to drift through the air. I let out a small giggle as she smiled. It was something I couldn’t control myself. She got joy though from it, so I giggled a little bit more as she rocked me back and forth in her arms, “My name is Elizabeth, my young Prince. I hope you don’t mind me stopping in and saying hello.” I giggled a few more times which created a larger smile on her face, “I will take that as a yes.” She walked back and sat me back in the crib, “Get some rest, little Prince. Your life is just starting to unfold.” She slowly vanished in front of my eyes as the door to my room was opened.

“Is everything okay, Prince? I could hear you from outside.” I noticed it was the maid. I giggled again and she ran over to my crib while holding some fabric. As she leaned over a smile came across her face, “Your laugh is so precious.” She leaned down and fixed the blacked under me. She leaned up and turned towards the rocking chair where she sat down. I turned as much as I could to see her sewing now. I noticed she was creating a small black eye patch. She quietly hummed a melody and I found myself having a hard time keeping my eyes awake. “This body refused to do as I want. I do not feel tired, yet my eyes are closing!” I complained to myself. I finally found my eyes closing and fell asleep.