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@ariella-newheart – That’s a cool name! And I also love the name of your language.

Thank you! 🙂 Great job with your entry, by the way. This part was especially poignant to me:

And the thought of two people feeling alone when they were right next to each other was ridiculous.

@anne_the_noob14 – Your entry was both intense and chilling—a very good combination!

Striding over to his other desk, he dug through the drawers until he found his revolver. He checked to make sure it was loaded, and put it in his coat pocket.

Hopefully I won’t need it. But just in case.

Oh my. I hope he doesn’t need it, either, but ya never know. xD

Lucas thought that was a fairly reasonable thing to ask for, instead of asking to be teleported directly to the others. If they were even still here.

I like that Lucas thinks that way. It tells a lot about his character.

You can never die in your dreams. What if I shot myself and- Stop it, Lucas! What are you thinking? If you aren’t dreaming, you’ll die.

O.O

Not being able to see was driving him nearly insane now, not being able to tell if someone, or something, else was in the room with him.

-shivers-

“Who goes there?” he called.

ACK WHO IS IT? Runawin? Another character entirely? Is Lucas in a dungeon? I have so many questions!

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Caedon tensed slightly when Vladlena put a hand on his shoulder. She’d probably seen his tears. Even though he had no reason to believe the copper-haired girl would understand what he was feeling, Caedon lifted his eyes to her face. Instead of condemnation or disgust, however, Caedon saw sympathy.

“Don’t feel sad.” Vladlena’s voice had softened some. “This is really hard and confusing for me too, but I think we can figure it out together.”

She withdrew her hand. In its absence, Caedon’s shoulder felt strangely cold. He likened the sensation to moving from a warm hearth and into a wintry night. That analogy only worked because Vladlena’s hand had been warm–she was flesh-and-blood like him, not a ghost. In such strange surroundings as these, he needed that reminder.

He resisted the urge to rub his shoulder and suddenly realized that his tears had dried. “Thank you,” he said quietly, sitting up straighter. Mother would never let him slouch at the dinner table. “I miss my family. I promise you I won’t ever take them for granted again. I won’t try to avoid Miri even though she’s annoying, and I’ll study instead of hiding in the garden or the tower. Do you want to go back to your home?” He took a deep breath, unsure why he had said all that, and studied Vladlena for her reaction.