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I’ll check Hakan out, and I love his name, btw

Thank you! It’s actually a joke since it’s Turkish for ‘king’. Yes, I named him king King. I thought that was funny XD

*grabs two-gallons of ice-cream, five chocolate bars, a fluffy blanket, several pillows, an I-pod for music to go along with tone of the story, and “Go Hero!” and “Die Villain!” signs to hand out*

That’s awesome! XD *Sits down beside you and grabs a spoon for the ice-cream*

@this-is-not-an-alien

That was amazing! I love the way they told the story! I have this perfectly sharp image of Rosario literally dragging Ehud around by his hood. It’s the cutest thing! I’m ‘shipping’ them so much! XD

Liorah was in the middle of a tragedy which probably would have made Ehud cry if he’d heard the whole thing.

Aww! That’s so cute!

“And they came out with no episode fifty-three.”

That really made me laugh! They’re the cutest!

@mischievous-thwapling

Is there anything specific you have in mind when you ask that?

Thank you so much! I’ll answer this on the other topic!

 

@jasmine

I know at some point we where going to have are characters see their worst fears. I was thinking maybe they could dream them. I know someone already mentioned their character doing that but maybe all the characters could? If no one likes that idea I’m fine with doing it some other way.

Yes! Brilliant!

Liorah: No, that’s far from brilliant! What’s wrong with you?! I know you’re enjoying this.

Me: What, me? Why would you ever think that?

Liorah: *Leafs through the manuscript of the second book then hurls it at me* This is why! We’ve done this ‘worst-fears-dream-thing’ three times already! THREE!

Me: *Crosses arms* Not my fault, that’s just how you work. If you’d face your fears instead of pretending they don’t exist, you wouldn’t have nightmares about them. Also, could you get some more concrete fears? How am I supposed to write dreams about your complicated psychological messes? Fear of heights or even something like fear of sheep would be easier! Come on!

Liorah: *Waves dismissively* Not my problem. Figure it out. Now excuse me, I have a nightmare to get through. For the hundredth time! *Stomps off*

Me: *Shouting after her* You have a wounded leg! You can’t stomp!

Liorah: I can do whatever I like and you can’t stop me!

Ahem. Well, let’s get on with it! This is going to be a lot harder than the other ones because it’s before the somewhat traumatic events of book 1.

Liorah: Goodness knows, you didn’t have trouble with the first THREE dreams. 

Liorah

Ehud and the other girl had a lively discussion of a story I understood only half of. The fatigue was catching up to me and I could barely keep my eyes open. Finally, they drooped shut and I fell asleep.

The center area of the camp was crowded, even more so than usual. Some sort of event must be going on. I pushed my way through the crowd until I could see what was going on. A shock went through me. It was Gavril’s coronation! Now? It wasn’t for three months! Why hadn’t anyone told me?

I recognized Mother and Uncle Emet in the front. I pushed toward them and tapped Mother on the shoulder. She ignored me. I nudged her again.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me about this?” 

She made no response, she didn’t even look at me. I frowned. Usually, she would at least acknowledge me, if only to criticize my behavior. What was going on? Where was Gavril? I needed to find Gavril. He would listen to me. He always had.

I saw him on the opposite side of the clearing, facing away from me. He wore the sword passed down through our father, grandfather, and great-grandfather instead of his old one. It must be the coronation. But why hadn’t I known about it?

“Gavril?”

He turned around, surprise and displeasure written all over his face.

“What are you doing here?”

My smile faded.

“It’s your coronation, and I’m the princess, I’m supposed to be here.”

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“You? You’re not. You’re nothing like the princess.”

“You idiot!” I said, finally losing my temper with him. “Are you blind, or just stupid?”

He drew a step closer, towering over me. I felt smaller than I had in a long time.

“How dare you? You’re not a princess, and you’re not my sister. You’re nothing!”

I took a step backward, bewilderment and betrayal striving for the upper hand. Gavril, of all people, shouting at me? Furious at me? What had I done to deserve this?

“What’s going on?” The voice made shivers run up and down my spine. It was a sweeter, higher version of my voice. But I hadn’t said anything!

I spun around and froze, nausea rising into my throat.

It was me. And it wasn’t me.

The girl had the same auburn hair, but hers was glossy and unfaded by the sun, perfectly styled into an elaborate bun. I twisted my braid around my wrist, almost repulsed at how frayed the braid was. Her clothing was elaborate and flawlessly neat, the pale colors soft and feminine. I glanced down. My pants and blouse were dusty and practical, set off by a bright red scarf I loved, but which looked garish in comparison to the girl’s soft blues and greens. The girl floated over to Gavril, every movement flawlessly graceful. She didn’t even move like me. She was lovely, and nothing like me. Yet, she was me. Something about her seemed familiar.

She took Gavril’s hand and gave him a sweet, shy smile. I snorted, flustered, and unsure of how to respond. 

“Come on Li’ah,” Gavril said, his tone familiar again.

I took a step forward but a glare from Gavril forced me to stumble back, embarrassed.

Mother had appeared beside Gavril and Not-me. She lay a hand on the girl’s shoulder affectionately. She didn’t do that with me.

At that moment, I knew who the girl was. She was who they wanted me to be. She was shy, sweet, and tactful, never got angry, never had an opinion, and probably had a laugh like a thousand silver bells or some such rubbish. 

She was who I should be, and never could.

I retreated, hurt and afraid. They didn’t want me, they wanted her, the perfect version of me. Somehow, as I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the hem of my cloak. No. NO. 

I lifted it with trembling fingers. It was torn a few centimeters above the hem. A tribeless. I was a tribeless, the lowest of the low. That was what Gavril had meant. I was nothing, and they didn’t want me.

I tried to get up, tried to get away from the clearing, away from that girl, but a shot of pain cut through my leg, and reality rushed back at me. I wasn’t there. It wasn’t real. I was in the cave. It wasn’t real.

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That was fun! Somewhat traumatizing for Liorah, but still fun! I had no idea I was going to write that, but I’m proud of it. It really catches all her fears, and helped me pinpoint them more!