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So I have a question: Do you think I should post the Unnamed Story on here or not? I mean, that’ll be the third time I’ve posted it somewhere, and I feel like y’all may be getting tired of reading it over. 😛 I could post other things. 🙂
~Kinnan/Joelle Stone
Hmmmm. I do want to hear about what happens after your last post on the Wingfeather forum, but I know others don’t know the backstory. Maybe you could post a short summery, and then continue from there. I DO really want to know what will happen to Mykel and Ryden! I mean, they’ve just set off on a dangerous adventure!
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Oh, that’s a really good idea Wingiby! I think I’ll post the summary today, if I have time. 🙂
The Unnamed Story
Summary
The story starts in an abandoned castle, where two siblings, Zara and her younger brother Mykel, are sparring. Once the contest ends, Zara goes inside the abandoned (but not ruined) castle to get a drink, and her brother sneaks outside. He meets a pegasus he named Breeze in the forest, and goes flying with her. Meanwhile, Zara explores more of the castle, and is reminded that things keep disappearing from random rooms. She finds a secret tunnel (one of four she’s discovered) and explores it, but when she hears her brother return, she rushes out and someone behind her whispers, “Yes.”
Tension builds as Mykel goes flying every day, but keeps Breeze a secret from his sister. Zara, in return, keeps her secret tunnels a secret from her brother. Eventually, Mykel disappears for two days, and Zara gets worried.
When he returns, she convinces him to share his secret. Mykel reluctantly tells Zara that he’s been flying with a pegasus. Zara explodes, reminding Mykel that, according to histories and legends, pegasi bond with humans and eventually drop them from the sky, kind of like how mermaids lure people into the water to drown them. Mykel angrily defends Breeze, so Zara leaves in a fury.
She goes to the room she took, and after a little cry, decides to investigate the tunnel more seriously. It eventually leads to a large circular room beneath the castle’s courtyard. Most of the other tunnels lead here, so this is nothing new and Zara turns to go. But something catches her eye. It’s a silver hairbrush, one of the items that had vanished over the past week or so. Zara, confused, finds other items when a girl steps out of the shadows. She seems to be a bit younger than Zara, but tells her her name, Leia, and warns Zara to leave. But before Zara can, an old man also comes out of the shadows. After a brief fight, he manages to overpower Zara and drags her down one of the tunnels. Leia decides to go get Mykel and tell him what happened to his sister. Mykel, after hearing the news, rushes into the woods with Leia, intent on rescuing his sister.
Meanwhile, the old man (named Gabek) takes Zara along a road to the north. Here’s a portion of their conversation:
Zara found herself carried out of one of the castle’s passageways into the dense woods. The castle was barely visible from where they emerged, and it receded quickly once she was lashed to a bench in a rickety cart and the mule lumbered forward. “You said that you’d explain.” She reminded the old man. “Who are you, anyway? You seem to know a lot about Mykel and me.”
“Me? Oh, I haven’t heard my name used by anyone other than my niece for many a year. Fourteen, to be exact.”
“Your niece?”
“Leia, she calls herself. Well, I’m her Uncle Gabek. Crazy Gabek, they used to call me. Mad Gabek, Lunatic Gabek.” He snorted indignantly and turned from his perch on the driver’s seat to stare at his captive with wild, dark eyes. “What is crazy, eh? Just someone who isn’t as normal as everyone else? Well, I didn’t care then and I don’t care now.”
“Cut to the chase.” Zara replied coldly. “Where is my family? You said that my parents and Mykel were safe. I know Mykel’s safe, but I want to know about my parents.”
Gabek continued to stare at her as the mule wound its own way through the trees and onto a road that led northward. “Did I? Did I really say that your parents and younger brother were safe? No. No, I didn’t. I said that your father and mother were alive, and that your older brother was too.”
“Mykel’s younger than I am by more than a year.” Zara returned, confusion darkening her gaze.
The old man cackled and turned back to the road. “Ah, but is Mykel your real brother?”
Meanwhile, Mykel reaches the glade where he meets with Breeze. Leia is right on his heels. Although Breeze isn’t there, Mykel manages to call her telepathically. He and Leia climb on, and Breeze flies up. If she was going to drop them, now would be the time. But she doesn’t drop them, and takes them both to the land of the pegasi. There, Leia meets Breeze’s family – her mate, Wind, and her parents. Wind lets Leia ride him, and leading a contingent of six or so pegasi, they set off after Gabek.
When they catch up, Mykel manages to subdue Gabek and free his sister. But something’s wrong with Zara. She doesn’t act like she normally does. I’ll post that part since it’s a key component to the story.
As they neared the wagon, shapes swooped out of the sky to encircle Gabek. His mule calmly gazed around itself, as if pegasi suddenly showing up was nothing out of the ordinary, then contented itself with cropping grass. Gabek sat on top of his wagon, dumbfounded, and Zara looked around herself. But something was wrong. Something was very very wrong.
As soon as Mykel was close enough and Breeze had slowed down, he slid off her back and ran to his sister.
“Zara!” He yelled, and scrambled up into the wagon, ignoring Gabek’s protesting sputters. “Hey, are you ok?”
It was then that he realized what was wrong. Zara’s eyes were dulled. Totally blank. She looked at him sadly, then one tear trickled down her cheek.
Cold steel pressed against Mykel’s neck, and Gabek’s menacing voice muttered in his ear, “Leave the lady be and call off your pegasi, or your head will be missing your shoulders somethin’ fierce.”
The Unnamed Story
Part XVII
The first thought that entered Mykel’s mind was, My pegasi? I don’t have any pegasi. Breeze, Wind, and the rest are my friends, not my subjects or pets. The very thought of anyone owning a pegasus as a pet was ridiculous enough to make him snort.
Gabek paused, unsure why a boy with a knife pressed against his throat and his sister bound in a stranger’s wagon would laugh. Mykel noticed and seized the opportunity. In one fluid motion, he reached up, grasped the old man’s skinny wrist, and heaved.
Now, Mykel may have been undernourished in his past years. He may have been short for his age. He may not be the biggest, brawniest dude around, but he was strong. Strong enough to fling Gabek over his head and onto the ground. Instantly Breeze was at his throat, her horn pressing dangerously into his neck.
Panting with his effort, Mykel turned to his sister, who just stared at him. “Are you ok?” he repeated.
Slowly, numbly, Zara nodded, and Mykel decided she would be alright after she got over her shock. Still, her behavior was uncharacteristically depressed. She wasn’t acting her usual, high-spirited, reckless self. Normally, she’d be laughing with Mykel over the sight of Gabek’s red face as he sputtered angrily and twisted on the ground, trying to escape Breeze’s horn.
Oh, well. Mykel thought to himself as he snatched up Gabek’s knife from where it lay in the wagon bed. His movements were jerky and rushed, for adrenaline was still surging through his veins.
As soon as Zara was free, Mykel helped her out of the wagon and introduced her to Leia.
Leia nodded shyly once Mykel was done. “Yes. We’ve met.”
“You have?” Mykel looked from one girl to the other. Zara stared at her feet, while Leia looked anywhere but at the blonde girl. He shook his head in confusion. “When?”
“When Zara was kidnapped. I was there when Uncle Gabek took her.”
Gabek glared up at his niece. “You’ve ruined everything, girl! Trust me, you will pay for your treachery!” He seemed quite worked up. Breeze snorted and pushed her horn further into his double-chin at his angry tone.
Fury smoldering in his heart, Mykel stalked over to Gabek and bent next to the old man. “Justice should be served, and that would mean taking you to the nearest magistrate or king and letting them deal with you. But personally, I wouldn’t mind slitting your miserable throat myself.”
Gabek spit into Mykel’s face. Much of it was just spittle, which Mykel wiped off, not caring. He hauled the old man upright and stared at him. The boy worked his jaw in anger, as the old man squinted at him. Finally, Mykel took a rope and bound Gabek securly.
“Where’s the nearest town, Leia?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve spent most of my life in the tunnels underneath the Castle Rimmon.”
“Rimmon?” Mykel asked, hardly noticing the way Zara grimaced at the name. “You know of it?”
“Uh-huh.” Leia replied, fiddling with a stray lock of deep brown hair. “It’s named after the family that used to live there – your king.”
“I know that Rimmon is the royal family. But why aren’t they there?”
“Because they were attacked, and forced out.” Leia looked up and met Mykel’s eyes. “Because the king was poisoned, died, and the new, young king didn’t know what to do. Because Gabek put the poison in the king’s chalice, in order to steal the throne. When that failed, he went for other means.”
Gabek, with a truly mad look in his crazy eyes, let his spittle fly at the girl. She flinched as he screamed at her, “You traitorous dog! Speak another word and you will suffer the same fate as that king!”
“It’s alright, Leia.” Mykel said, putting an awkward hand on her shoulder and turning her away from her wild uncle. “Tell me.”
Fire lit Leia’s eyes and she whirled away from Mykel’s grip and stormed over to her uncle. Truly angry now, she waved a shaking finger in his face.
“If you think that I’d listen to one more order from you, you are wrong, Gabek Rimmon! If you even dare to lay a finger on me again, I’ll… I’ll bite that finger off if I have to. For years, you’ve kept me locked up, as your slave. I haven’t seen the light of day in fourteen years. Fourteen years, uncle. More than a dozen that you’ve stolen from me and from my people.”
“Woah woah woah,” Mykel said, his eyes wide as realization struck his heart. “Gabek Rimmon? Then that means…”
“Yes.” Leia turned to him, every inch imposing and regal. “I am the Crown Princess, technically queen. My older brother has acted in my place since I have gone missing. And, Mykel,” she lowered her voice to a whisper, a fierce love burning in her brown eyes as her memories surfaced. “Zara is my twin sister.”
Anyway, the group (Mykel, Zara, Leia, Gabek, and the pegasi) fly to the capital, where the pegasi drop them off. As soon as they fly away, a coldness wraps around the four humans and they fall asleep. When Mykel wakes up, he’s in a large, circular chamber. Zara is still asleep on a backless couch across from him, and Leia is wide awake. In the center of the chamber is a perfectly circular table around which sit ten people, five men and five women of varying ages. Each man matches a woman in facial features and hair color. A big stranger wearing all black clothing stands at a window.
The stranger is Prince Ryden, regent of the kingdom while his sister is missing. Since Leia has been found, her coronation will be held shortly. But Ryden still needs to meet Zara and Mykel.
Once Zara wakes, the trio are informed that they’re in a Circle meeting (the Circle is basically the council ruling the kingdom, with Prince Ryden as their head). The Circle brings Gabek in, and he tells the his backstory. He was jealous of his younger sister, who was chosen as Crown Princess over him. Angry, he watched for an oppurtunity to take over the kingdom. This resulted in him spreading rumors about the current king (the queen died giving birth to twins), which leads to a Rebellion. When the Rebels invade the vacation Castle Rimmon (the abandoned castle Zara and Mykel were staying at after the raid that killed their “parents”), and Gabek ends up kidnapping his grand-niece, Zara. But somewhere along the line, Zara is dropped off at a peasant’s house and Gabek loses her. So, he poisons his nephew, King Flint, and kidnaps Flint’s other daughter, the Crown Princess Zarina (who later named herself Leia). As a result, Ryden takes the throne.
For years Gabek waited, raising Leia and training her to be a queen in the hopes that one day he can return her to the castle and rule through her. But when he saw Zara (who looks like her mother) at the castle, his plans changed to include her. He could get a reward for Zara.
Anyway, you already know how his plans were foiled. Gabek was put in jail, and preparations were made for Leia’s coronation. I’ll post that part since it’s the last part in the Unnamed Story. Later I’ll post the part to its sequel, the Untitled Tale. 🙂
Yeesh, that was a crazy long summary. Sorry y’all!
This was the last part:
The Unnamed Story
Part XIII
The coronation turned out to be just what Mykel thought it would be: a big party. He was forced to dress up in a black outfit, similar to Prince Ryden’s, with a beaming star medallion. Much to his relief, that was all he had to do.
Zara, on the other hand, was subjected to a morning of bathing, manicuring, make-uping, and hair pulling. When she came out, though, despite the scowl on her face, Mykel could barely recognize her.
Her golden hair hung loose about her shoulders, but it was brushed to perfection. The waves that reached to her low waist gleamed in the light as if strands of gold were woven in them. She was wearing make-up too, something Mykel had never seen on her. He suspected that the maids that had dressed her had insisted on it, no matter how much Zara fought, complained, argued, or worried. There wasn’t a lot, but it made her seem strange and foreign to his brotherly eyes.
And then there was the dress. Seriously. When was the last time he’d seen her in a dress? It was emerald green and highlighted her eyes nicely. It was form-fitting at the top, but the skirt swirled down to the floor in a light and airy skirt that wasn’t poofy and moved like water when Zara strode around. The sleeves of the gown were tight down to her elbows, where they flared into elegant yet manageable swoops. The square neck complimented the simple green ribbon that encircled Zara’s neck. No earrings were in her ears, and no bracelets or bangles swayed on her wrists, but one small, golden ring, made of bands that looped and twisted around one another adorned her ring finger. The outfit was not alluring or glamorous, and it seemed to fit Zara’s tastes perfectly, despite the fact that it was a dress.
“Woah.” was all he said. Zara took it as a tease, and punched him in the arm – none too gently either.
Together the adopted siblings headed outside to the carriage that would take them to the cathedral where Leia was to be crowned. She was already there with her entourage, preparing for her big day. Ryden was going to travel with them, although he preferred his horse to the carriage. Mykel still wasn’t sure he liked the prince, but he decided to be at least civil during the ceremony.
A cream colored cloak was settled about Zara’s shoulders, and as Mykel donned his black one, he wondered what would happen to him now. The castle he and Zara had… taken over was obviously the vacation castle where everything had fallen apart for the Rimmons. He couldn’t live there now. And his parents were dead. His village was nothing but smoldering ruins. The only family he’d thought he had turned out to be someone else’s sister instead. He’d told Zara they were still siblings, but now he wasn’t quite sure he believed himself. How did that work anyway? Zara had been adopted into his family, but now her real family had taken her back. He sighed and helped Zara up into the carriage, much to her chagrin.
The cathedral was a massive building with many stained-glass windows, graceful spires, startlingly beautiful architecture, and an arching roof. The sanctuary had been decorated, the choir were up in their little alcove rehearsing softly, and Leia was everywhere at once. She greeted her family and friend with a smile, then hurried off to make sure this was placed here or that that name-card went there.
Two hours later the cathedral was packed with the Circlemembers, their families, and other nobility from all over.
Everyone hushed as the choir began to sing, their melodious voices rising to the roof and silencing all. Leia, in a baby blue gown that swept to her feet, and a delicate white cloak that trailed on the floor behind her, glided to the front of the room with her eyes focused on the bishop and altar. Her face was a picture of strange calm and focus, and in that instant, as she walked past, Mykel knew she was the queen. There was a regal air about her that forced him to keep himself from kneeling on the spot.
Mykel tuned out of the next part of the ceremony – the bishop reciting a whole bunch of Latin words, Leia holding stuff and repeating an oath, etc. – to be alone with his thoughts. He snapped back to attention, though, when everyone rose as Leia knelt in front of the bishop and bowed her head. The queen’s crown was placed atop her elaborate hairdo. It was a piece of gold wrought in the shape of a beaming star, with smaller stars on either side melting into her dark hair. The bishop proclaimed, “I give you Queen Zarina!” She stood, turned, and faced her people as thunderous applause and whistles greeted her crowning. The people packed outside took up on the noise, making their own earth-shaking ruckus as feet were stomped, backs were slapped, hands met hands, and cheers erupted up to the sky.
But the ceremony wasn’t over. As soon as the racket died down, Leia moved to the side and Ryden took Zara’s arm. She motioned to Mykel, and with his boots moving before his brain had processed the information, he found himself on Zara’s other side. Together, they walked to the front and knelt. The bishop said a few words Mykel didn’t understand, and Mykel felt something press into his head. A circlet? The bishop motioned for them to stand.
“I give to you Prince Ryden, Keeper of the Realm and Wielder of the King’s Sword. I give to you our long lost princess, Zara, Protector of the People and Preserver of the Peace. I give you Mykel Chesil, Pegasus Rider. They shall keep this kingdom free from harm and prosperous. They shall bless those who bless us and curse those who curse us. Let their might go down into history!”
As the three turned to face the people, the cathedral was once again rocked with cheers and applause. Mykel didn’t know what to do. What had just happened?
He found out at the ball that night. He managed to escape from well-wishers and admirers to talk to Leia.
“I’m a little confused, Leia. Uh, wait, Queen Leia. No, Queen Zarina. Sorry.” He felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment. Who was he, a simple peasant boy, to be welcomed to the court? He couldn’t even get his queen’s name right for crying out loud!
Leia laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Please, call me Leia. It’s what I’ll be going by, whereas Zarina is going to be my official name. What don’t you understand?”
“The whole crowning business. I mean, I’m not a prince. I’m just a peasant boy. Why do I get crowned?”
Leia put a hand on his shoulder. “Because you’re a Pegasus Rider. That pretty much makes you nobility around here, although you may not officially be of noble blood. The people needed to know that we had a Rider on our side again.” She reached up and straightened his lopsided silver circlet.
Mykel swallowed, but Leia’s words made sense. He suddenly understood how Zara felt. Speaking of which… he looked around, and noticed her dancing with Ryden. She laughed at something and stepped on his toes. Yeah, she wasn’t much of a dancer. He felt a pang of pain watching her smile and laugh with her older brother. He turned back to Leia.
“Doesn’t seem right to have the queen not dancing at her coronation.”
A small smile twisted Leia’s full lips. “I’ve refused every offer.”
“Well, you can’t refuse mine.” Mykel held out his hand to her and bowed.
Leia’s smile grew. “And why not?” she asked playfully.
Mykel struggled for a reason. “Because I’m so charming and dashing and handsome. As the famed Rudric ban Yorna said once upon a time, ‘Hard not to look handsome in black, isn’t it?’” He lowered his voice. “Plus, I need someone skilled to teach me how to dance.”
Laughing softly, Leia accepted his offer and the pair moved out to the dance floor. Leia was patient, and although Mykel sometimes stepped on her toes or bumped into someone else, he soon got the hang of it. After a few dances, he left Leia and found Zara.
“Dance with me, my lady?” he asked, bowing grandly holding his hand out.
Zara snorted and tried to hide her laughter. She got a few amused glances from people, and one disapproving glance from a crotchety old man sitting in the corner. “My pleasure, my lord.”
They bumbled around together on the outskirts of the dancers, laughing and enjoying their time together. Finally, they stopped for a break and some punch.
“That was fun.” Zara remarked, sipping her punch and sighing in ecstasy.
“So says you.” Mykel teased. There was a pause. “So, Protector of the People and Preserver of the Peace, huh?”
Zara sighed again, this time from resignation. “Yep. I still get to use a sword and wear boots, trousers, and a shirt like I used to, but I also get a lot more responsibility. And what about you? A Pegasus Rider?”
Mykel felt his ears turn red. “Uh-huh. I’d rather be that than a prince, though.”
“Yeah, so would I. Mykel…” Zara trailed off, and Mykel let her sort out her thoughts. “About Breeze… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have judged you… or her… based on old stories. I should have gotten the facts instead of assuming. I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me?”
Mykel hadn’t been expecting this. All the same, he took Zara’s hand in his and looked into her eyes. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I forgive you. How could I not? If I didn’t, you’d probably execute me or lock me up in the dungeon for life. That would be bad.” He grinned cheerfully.
Zara didn’t smile. “Speaking of that, what about Gabek? Any ideas?”
“As a matter of fact, we have some.” Leia and Ryden had walked up without the other two realizing. It was the queen who spoke.
“What?” Zara asked by way of greeting.
“House arrest.” Ryden replied. “Keep him under constant watch, but give him some freedom. We think-” here he glanced at Leia. “We think that he did most of what he did because his mind had snapped. It wouldn’t be fair to keep him locked up. He’s not got much longer to live, anyway.”
“Works for me!” Mykel finally announced after a thoughtful pause.
“Then let’s enjoy the party.” Ryden said, and bowed to Zara. “Dance with me, sister?”
Zara rolled her eyes at Mykel, but consented. Mykel took Leia’s hand and led her onto the floor.
That night, as he lay in his new room (he’d practically been adopted by the royal family and was staying at the palace), Mykel thought about Breeze.
I’m here. Her voice whispered in his head. Waiting for you. Where shall we go now, my Rider?
That was awesome! Even though it was only a summary and I’m familiar with the story, it was still really entertaining and fun to read! I can’t wait until you post the next part in the current story 😀
@anyone-who-wants-to-read-it
This is the prologue for a story I’m writing (not the one from the Flabbit Room, flabbits! 😉 ) I’ll post the title later on. Thoughts and notes are welcome and wanted!
Prologue
A man, with his hands folded behind his back, stood at a high window, the moonlight casting his long shadow across the murky room.
Softly entering, three hooded figures stepped into the spacious doorway and silently waited until the dark form at the window addressed them.
“Is it done?” he asked quietly without turning around.
“Yes, my lord,” one of them murmured in answer.
“Good. You are dismissed.”
All three bowed and departed as noiselessly as they had arrived.
After their almost inaudible footsteps faded, he repeated to himself, “Good.”Finally swinging away from the window, he strode to a hefty desk with long, graceful, smooth steps. He sat down. A candle, which yielded yellowy, dim light, flickered across a large piece of paper. Dipping a quill in a wide ink bottle, he scratched a lengthy message with elegant, swooping handwriting. When it was completed, the man rolled it into a scroll and tied it with twine.
“Kieya (pronounced Kie (first part rhymes with pie)-yu) ,” he called lowly.
An emerald green creature slithered from a pitch-black corner of the room. His scales gleamed in the faint moonlight, and a long tail, which seemed to have a mind of its own, twitched as it trailed behind the dog-sized dragon. Kieya’s black eyes stared up at the man as he fluffed out his face-framing frill.
“I need you to deliver this, boy. You know where,” the man whispered.
He noticed a glint of realization and excitement in Kieya’s eyes before the dragon snatched the letter from the man’s hand with his mouth.
Walking across the room again, the man flung open the window and watched Kieya scurry over. The dragon, pausing at the windowsill, unfolded his wings and leapt into the muggy, star-mottled night.
As he observed Kieya dissolve into the darkness, a smile crept over the man’s face.
It’s all coming together, he thought, still staring into the cloudy gloom long after Kieya had disappeared. Yes, it’s almost time.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Oops, I meant for the first part to be spaced like the rest, sorry!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Yay! Thank you Kinnan! Er, Joelle! Please post your next part soon! I’m glad we’re rolling again! I am back to working on my story, but on a different chapter farther into the book where I haven’t gotten yet. I had an idea, and needed to put it down on paper (screen, actually) before I forgot the details. It’s a folk story of the people of the Savarti Swamps, so you don’t need to know anything about anything that happened before it to understand the tale. I’ll probably have to post it in separate parts, since it’s a bit long. If you know me, I make things a bit long quite often. Like this post. 😛
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Wingiby: Ha, feel free to call me Kinnan or Joelle, whichever suits you best. 🙂 What should I call you? Brook, Wing, Wingiby, or Wingiby Iggiby? 🙂 And I can’t wait to hear more about the Point of Travores (that’s my favorite story that you’ve done, although The Silverstar was really good).
Thwap: You’re good! Mistakes and typos happen; I just breeze over most of them and don’t notice! And that’s really good (and scary). I loved all of it. I don’t think there’s anything you should change, unless having three men enter was just random. I think it’d make more sense for it to just be one, but if there’s a reason (even a little one) for the three men, then don’t change it. It’s so small a thing I doubt anyone will notice it. 🙂 Well done!!
BTW, just a side note. Because Mykel and Zara found out they weren’t siblings, they also found out that Zara’s the younger sibling, not Mykel. She thought she was sixteen, but she’s actually fourteen, almost fifteen, same as Leia. Mykel’s fifteen, and Ryden’s seventeen, almost eighteen.
Joelle:
Thanks! I’m glad you liked it! 😀 And thank you for that note about the three men! I love it when people give me notes on my story. I actually have to think about if it makes sense for there to be one or three (due to the situation)…. Either way, I’ll make a note on it and change it to one if that’s what I decide fits best. Thank you again!
Alright! I think that makes sense. (the side note thing, I mean)
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Ok, rereading that I hope I didn’t sound like I was brushing off your note. If you had heard my tone, I think it probably would’ve been clear that I meant that I was grateful for it and seriously trying to figure out what fits best. (I have a hard time showing that on the internet) If I sounded mean, or anything, so sorry!!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
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