"Mama...fire...hot..NO!!!!"
Vivi bolted up. Tom was lieing next to her, screaming, crying, caught in a terrible nightmare. She turned to him, started to shake him.
"Tom, Tom, wake up. Tom, itīs only a dream, wake up, please. TOM!"
He opened his eyes, staring at her.
"Vivi? Mama...fire..." He burst into tears, burrying his face in her lap. She gently stroked him, rocked him. He cried on. She continued rocking him and then, quite suddenly, began to sing.
"In the Woods of Michel Delving
on the road to the Far Downs
Stand three trees
Stand three rocks
Is the oldest pool
Every Night the stars they shine
on this pool and awake
the fairy queen
have you seen
Her and her people?"
It was "The Ballad of the Fairy Queen", a song Tom dearly loved, a song his mother had sung for him every night. By instinct, Vivi knew this tune was the only thing that could have calmed him down. And really, he had stopped crying.
She got up from her bed and opened the curtains to the small room the three of them were sharing. Golden, blazing sunlight filled it. Emma, who had slept peacefully, despite of all the noise, woke up. "Mowwing!" she crowed. Vivi gave her a kiss on the cheek. She dressed herself and the kids, then they went down for breakfast.
As soon as they entered the big room, Tom let go of Viviīs hand and ran to the bar, jumping right into Pioīs arms. Vivi followed him to pick him up, looking concerend.
"I am so sorry" she told Pio, eben though the elf didnīt seem to mind.
"Good Morning by the way. Could we maybe have some breakfast?"
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