See you later

It was the morning, and I was reading out a letter I’d received in a stupid voice.

“Dear Kinyte,” it said, the handwriting as ugly and childish as the voice I was using. “Thank you ever so much for sending me to stay with Muller. No we don’t know where Niele is but Muller says that it’s an awful thing that he’s done to me and that she’ll never desert me like that once the palace sort out all the paper work and you’ve signed all the right forms.”

I laughed because this palace would be doing nothing of the sort. Although I was glad at the opportunity to get rid of both Kash and Bird-Woman by landing them with each other, I didn’t want to have to do any work. And now I didn’t have to.

“I liked staying at the palace. Thank you very much for having me there and for all of the food. From Kash.”

Underneath his writing was a picture of someone I suspected to be me. It was hard to tell, but the figure seemed to be frowning and laughing at the same time. I sniggered at the letter and lazily dipped in into the candle beside my bed, watching it curl and burn. It was only at the last moment that I realised it actually hurts to hold something on fire.

It was okay. I’d been doing stranger things to make myself laugh recently. I’d even started to write spoof letters to Aunt Annie in the paper again, something I’d done a lot while I was imprisoned here.

Dear Aunt Annie,

It’s me again. Now I’ve realised that my family tree’s even more screwed up than I’d originally thought, and am seriously considering becoming a rich hermit. On top of this all, I’ve been getting cravings for you, Aunt Annie, and your wonderful advice about menstrual cramps and dead cats. Please complete my life and enrich me as a person by handing out some of that bagged sunshine you call advice.

Anonymous, 16, Hayleigh

Dear Anonymous,

Get bent.

Aunt Annie.

It is a sad day when even Aunt Annie refuses to play along and, as I blew heavily on my scorched fingers, I began to feel dissatisfaction creep into me again.

I leant back onto my bed and stared at the seven hundred and twenty three dapples on the bedroom ceiling. I’d done this a lot. It was strange because since I’d been free I had chosen to imprison myself up here more and more. It was like some kind of weird habit that I’d never completely get rid of.

I still couldn’t believe that I’d possessed a baby. My baby.

I shook my head at myself, scowling as I gagged. The thought literally made me sick, and it was healthy to avoid it. I should have learnt that by now, as it had been a week since I’d last seen the sprite, when we both walked out of the hospital together in silence and went our separate ways. Safia kept giving me those ‘I want to talk to you’ looks, but she never made the effort to actually try.

By the time I’d returned from the hospital, Niele and Clorissa had both vanished. I was certain that they’d gone back to Craznia, but couldn’t send an army after them because my power has no effect in the South. So I went up to my room in a sulk and tried to cheer myself up by making it illegal to wear green on a Wednesday. The expression and chalk-white colour that came over Hess when he heard this only made me laugh for an hour at the most.

“Excuse me?”

Someone had pushed my door open and was looking timidly into my room. I propped myself up on my elbows and glared at them. It was one of those servants I’d never actually spoken to before, a short vampire woman with a face like Death and flyaway dark hair.

“Don’t you know how to knock? Go out and knock!”

She obeyed, shutting the door and knocking twice. I waited exactly five seconds to reply.

“Yes?”

“Can I come in?”

“No. I’m busy sulking.”

She pushed my door open anyway, and bowed.

“Erm, we were wondering,” she said quietly. “Well, that’s to say, we wanted to know what’s going on and-”

I glared at her because these words reminded me of what I was doing, how stupid I was being. I didn’t experience the feeling of hating myself very often, but I suspected that now was one of those times. The feeling might have been brief, vanishing almost as soon as I realised what it was, but it had definitely been there. Strangely, I wished that I had nails to scratch something.

“Well?” she said.

“Yes,” I breathed through my teeth, while every single instinct within me willed me to say no. No was such a short, easy little word to say, so why was I being so thick and refusing to say it?

The servant nodded, turned and walked out of the door while I concentrated on mentally beating myself up. What was I thinking? I mean how could this possibly help me in the long run? Was this really going to be my one last change, what people would remember me by? I could only hope not because this was a Safia action, not one of mine. This was something that I was never ever meant to do.

Although…on the other hand there would be no more tradition - no more meetings - no more stress. I would be able to cut myself off from the world in this big house, never again to be bothered by annoying people. I would never have to deal with the Carmellas and the Mullers of the world ever again. And, if my death gift began to wither away as Safia thought it had already begun to do, no one would ever need to know. I would always be dangerous then, and I would always be powerful. Much more powerful than I was now, anyway.

My brain hurt. I’d been thinking like this ever since I’d last seen the sprite. A lot can happen in a week if you have Article whatever-it-is, an imagination like mine and a mood you want to improve. Thanks to me, Quynx was a better place. Before I came along, Monday had not been Nyteday, it had been legal to wear green on Wednesday, and people like Niele had been able to strut around without three hundred million yla rewards floating above their heads. At least now, my beloved citizens would be able to sleep easily, which, surely, is what this job is all about.

Still, the ministers and advisors hadn’t completely agreed with these strokes of genius, and had declared that the state of emergency was over. Over! And I wished that they would all keel over and die, but they stayed alive out of spite. I would have to get used to that now, I thought bitterly, because everything was changing around me, mutating and slipping away. And this was all the sprite’s fault, of course.

I needed three last wishes, though, because that was the way, I told them, that these things worked. Always. When I’d forced enough fear into all of them, something that almost completely exhausted me, they grudgingly agreed, so long as none of the ‘wishes’ involved any gain of power on my part. I scowled, feeling all of my ideas float away, but if this really was the best I could get, I would just have to make do.

First, I declared that everything belonging to the Shyas and to the palace now belonged to me. If I couldn’t have Article-thingy, I could at least be insanely rich. Secondly, I ordered that none of my previous actions should be reversed, and lastly – well I completely wasted my last ‘wish’, saying that power should be given to that stupid sprite.

I sat on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands, and began to groan loudly. I groaned and whined until one of the servants came up. Like the first one, they didn’t knock.

“Get me a-”

“Hello, Nyte.”

I looked up in alarm. Safia was standing in the doorway, smiling nervously. I wasn’t sure what to say to her for a few seconds, but then I managed to regain my senses.

“Will you get me a drink?” I asked her. “Or will I have to start whining again?”

Safia thought about this for a moment, obviously weighing up whether going downstairs or listening to me whine would be more exhausting for her. Selfish sprite, always thinking about herself.

“You could always get it yourself,” she suggested.

“I could,” I said. “But that’s just not going to happen.”

“I don’t feel like the exercise,” Safia muttered. “So whine.”

I graciously obeyed. I’ve come to realise that whining can get a person just about anywhere and anything in this world. A person who can whine well is blessed for life and, because I am talented in the art, it didn’t take long for a servant to come up. This man was holding a suitcase in one hand and had a coat hanging off one arm.

“I want a drink. The most expensive thing we have for me,” I smiled at him. “And the cheapest thing we have for her.”

The man looked as if he was about to say something in reply to this, but decided against it and walked away, pulling his coat further up his arm. I lazily watched him go, but was interrupted in this activity when Safia called me something rude and hit me around the face with a pillow. It actually hurt. I turned to her with a snarl, wanting to grab the pillow and hit her back, but the small sprite suddenly looked ferocious and I decided that this probably wasn’t a very good idea.

“What!?”

“Are you calling me cheap?”

I rubbed at me eyes. “If you keep hitting my like that, I’ll call you many things,” I said.

Safia looked at if she was going to bite me for a second, but then her face crumpled. ‘Oh please don’t let her cry!’ I thought desperately. Crying people are high on my list of annoying people, but only if I’m not the one who’s made them cry. They blub and they snot and they sniff, flopping about all over the place and expecting comfort.

I edged away from her but, thankfully, no tears came.

“It was only a pillow,” said Safia.

“It hurt!” I moaned. “I’m actually seeing stars – although really they’re more like flecks of glitter.”

“I didn’t think it would hurt,” Safia said quietly. “It never looks that painful on – on TV.”

I didn’t have time to deal with the sprite’s useless apologies. She had interrupted a particularly strong period of sulking that I was anxious to return to as soon as possible. “Why are you here anyway?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she said. “We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About what? What do you think?”

What was it with Safia and wanting to talk all the time anyway? Couldn’t she see how having a bit of bottled up emotion is perfectly healthy? Safia was far too generous with her thoughts, I decided. She shared them with everyone, whether they wanted to listen or not, and it was very annoying.

“The – the thing? What about it?”

“Well thank you for calling earlier,” Safia began. Her green eyes were lowered and she kept tapping her fingers on her knees. “I mean, it’s nice that you wanted to know how I was.”

“I didn’t,” I retorted, feeling that the sprite’s ego was huge enough already. “I called to see if you knew where Niele went. That idiot and Clorissa had vanished by the time I got back here and I wanted to know if Rugo – is Rugo back South yet? Or Dim?”

Safia sighed, but she nodded. “Rugo is. But Dim’s still at home.”

“Could Rugo catch Niele for me?” I asked her keenly. I liked changing the subject.

“I don’t think so, Nyte,” Safia muttered. “Rugo has nothing to do with your affairs, I wouldn’t want him to get involved.”

“But Niele’s an enemy of North East Quynx, Safia,” I smiled. “Haven’t you seen all the notices? Or the TV announcements? Or the interviews I did for the paper? Yes, I had an interview, Safia, and I didn’t kill anyone!”

“Yeah,” Safia said heartlessly. “Congratulations.” She sighed. “You know, you can be very childish when you want to be, Nyte.”

“It’s a skill,” I grinned.

Safia laughed quietly. “So what’s been going on?”

“Nothing,” I lied dramatically. “Why?”

Safia raised one eyebrow. “Okay…Well, it’s just that I haven’t seen you for a week and I thought – I thought that we might be able to figure it out. Mum says-”

A horrifying image of cake and colour forced itself into my mind. “Seline?” I said stiffly.

“Yes, she says that – if we want – she says that she’ll look after it like - like her own, and we can both get on with our lives as usual.”

I frowned to myself slightly, considering this idea. I had been planning to get on with my life as usual already, of course, so I couldn’t see any harm in Safia’s baby going to live with Safia’s crazy mother. It had come along into this world without invitation, so deserved to live a life far from perfect. I was sure that Seline would be able to provide it with that.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay,” said Safia. She wiped something from the corner of her eye and I got the nasty feeling that it might have been a tear. “All right,” she said, before adding, “but what about us?”

Then it was my turn to get all awkward. It’s hard not to be awkward when you’re so ashamed of yourself that you feel sick. I really did hate this subject. “I meant what I said before,” I said darkly. “I mean you’re annoying as hell but I need someone to argue with. It may as well be you.”

A soft rustling sound at the door caught my attention, and I looked up just as the servant entered the room holding two glasses. He handed them both to me, bowed and left without a word. Usually I would have appreciated this lack of speech but now I could have done with the opportunity to sidetrack. I glared at the servant as he left and sniffed at both of the glasses. I sipped them. Both contained liquid that was sweet and unpleasantly sticky, and I couldn’t tell the difference. I shrugged and passed one to Safia. Being an ungrateful cow, she didn’t drink it. Instead, she frowned at me, obviously confused about something.

“Why was he carrying a suitcase?” she asked.

“People tend to carry suitcases when they move out,” I replied. “A lot of my servants are leaving me.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to pay them,” I said. The sprite’s stupidity never fails to amaze me.

“Why?”

The sprite was pushing her luck. She should have at least pretended to understand what I was talking about after what I’d done for her.

“Because I don’t need them anymore. There are less people to cater for now that the ministers and advisors have left.”

Safia’s eyes widened. “They left?” she asked. “Why? Did you drive them out?”

“No,” I said impatiently. “I passed a law that makes this place completely belong to me, and they were too wound up by tradition and stupid values like keeping their word that they had to obey. It was very funny at the time. Bird-Woman’s face in particular will be logged away in my good memory file for a lifetime. It was something like this.”

I did an impression. Safia smiled slightly, but went on speaking sternly to me.

“You can’t just chuck them out,” she said. “They work here. Whether they have offices here or not, they’ll be hanging around.”

I made an unimpressed humming sound, deciding that if the child thing of hers has Safia’s brains, I’d simply have to eliminate it. When Safia behaved like this, she made the possibility of there being two of her a nightmare that I never wanted to have.

“Seeing as the state of emergency’s over, and I don’t have any power anyway, I thought that you might prefer the whole fascinating occupation of speaking to old people, or whatever you were going to do with it,” I said stiffly.

Safia’s eyes widened even more. I hoped that they would bulge from their sockets, as that would certainly brighten the moment, but this didn’t happen. Instead, I watched her as she clenched and unclenched her fists and wondered whether I’d ever be able to get over what I had done.

“Nyte?” she said, all shocked.

I rolled my eyes. “You’ll be Queen, Safia, and I’ll be a – a commoner.”

“What!?”

“I get the castle, though,” I said, trying to make myself feel better. “Ha ha ha. You’ll still be living in that pit you call a house, while I’ll be building my swimming pool in the shape of an N. You know, it’s amazing the amount of power someone has when they actually own most of Quynx. I don’t need a title to be happy, you know. I bet you’re jealous.”

“Well, no,” said Safia.

“You are,” I assured her, nodding to myself.

“Erm okay,” said Safia. “I’m jealous.”

“No need to pretend like you’re not telling the truth,” I said fake-brightly. “Not many people have an N-shaped pool, you know.”

“No, I suppose they don’t. Look, look – thank you Nyte you’ve – well, you’ve done the right thing.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” I said, disgusted. “It wasn’t the loss of power – I’d gain power - but I was scared you’d take this the wrong way and think – and think that I’d done something – something – nice. Oh Gods that would sicken me – that would – that would ruin my life or something, I swear. I’d hate you to get that opinion of me, Safia, I really would, but obviously you’re just as stupid as I always thought.”

Safia stared at me for a few seconds, looking completely stunned.

“As you can see I’ve been worrying about that a lot,” I said.

“Yes,” Safia said. “You probably have. But I don’t think – I don’t think you’re taking this seriously.” She shook her head sadly. “Don’t you want to be involved in your child’s life at all?”

That question was easy to answer. “No,” I said. “Think about it! Another you how unbearable would that be? And if it turns out like Kash, well ugh!”

Safia seemed to feel my pain, as her eyebrows twisted together and her lip trembled. “I understand,” I said. “That kid’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met. There is nothing that would make me want to risk getting to know another child like that.” I paused suddenly, thinking about what I had just said. “Actually,” I corrected myself, “he’s about the fourth most annoying person I’ve ever met. Carmella and Niele are fighting for the top spot, I have to say and – oh my goodness, how could I miss out that Leb woman? Kash can be fifth then. Still, I think you’ll agree that that’s a pretty high position, as I’ve met a lot of annoying people, Safia, believe me.” I looked at her meaningfully then, hoping that she’d get the hint that she was one of these people.

“Nyte,” Safia said firmly. “You’ll probably change your mind. If you do, Mum will let you be involved – she’ll let both of us be involved, but remember that the world doesn’t really revolve around you. This is someone else’s life we’re dictating here and – and you’re taking this way too lightly.”

I shrugged. I didn’t care whether I was taking this lightly or not. I didn’t really fancy becoming an emotional wreck like Safia, and I knew that I’d never change my mind about this, so, in my opinion, there was no point in considering this over dinner. I took another sip of my drink and watched as Safia’s mouth opened and shut. She wanted to say something, but instead was doing a very good, and very amusing, impression of some sort of fish.

“Mum doesn’t need much financial support,” she said slowly. I got the nasty feeling that ‘much’ was the key word there. “But babies are expensive and – and I know that I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t help in some way-”

“Let it starve,” I said.

“No!” Safia retorted. “No. I know that you do want to help, Nyte, you just don’t know how to express it without embarrassing yourself. I mean, you can embarrass yourself in front of me, Nyte, I don’t mind – I mean I always embarrass myself-”

“That’s true,” I nodded brightly. “That fish moment back then-”

“Whatever,” said Safia. “The point is that I know you’ll do the right thing.”

“I won’t,” I pouted.

I tried to be angry with her, but, to my complete amazement, I couldn’t. What was with me recently? Honestly, if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that I’d gone all understanding. I sneered at this thought and mentally slapped myself.

I needed to stop thinking this way. I knew what was to blame. I was feeling so weird because she’d practically saved my life, of course. I frowned to myself, thinking that maybe I could arrange someone to ‘deal with’ Safia – maybe Auli’i – so that I could jump in and save her in the nick of time and repay this debt. Maybe then I could stop feeling so…so pathetic. I mean I had almost been nice recently, and that would never do.

But this plan would never work. I’ve never exactly been confident in my jumping abilities and tend to sprain my ankle whenever I do something anything strenuous. There is nothing worse than a failed fake rescue attempt and a sprained ankle.

As I was thinking all of this, Safia grabbed my arm.

“I know you will,” she said, right in my face, so close that I could smell her breath. I winced away.

Safia looked offended for a second, but then stood up, walking over towards the door. To my utter horror, she had a slight skip in her step.

Oh dear. Either something had gone very wrong, or it was just about to.

As I suspected, Safia turned around, her eyes gleaming.

This was not good.

“I know you,” she said. “I know how you think, I know how you feel and I know how you – how you –” She looked lost for a few seconds.

“How I…” I prompted her. I could tell that I was in some sort of danger, and there is nothing better to recover from danger than a nice dose of the fine art known as ‘Taking the mick out of the sprite’. Safia glared at me. “I recommend cue cards,” I smiled innocently.

“I can’t think of anything,” Safia said grumpily. “But these things always go better in threes.”

“Well then,” I said. “Perhaps you should stop telling me how much you think you know me and leave. Now. Because you don’t know me, Safia, and you never will. I can still shock you, you know.”

Safia tilted her head to one side. “Oh really?” she said.

“Yes,” I insisted.

It was only then that I realised the true extent of the trouble I was in. The sprite, of course, expected me to behave in a hostile way. She wanted me to shout at her, or to insult her or force some fear into her or something - and I wanted to behave in this way, of course, but didn’t want to satisfy the sprite. I could have shocked her if I really wanted to. I could have hugged her without wanting something, I could – I could have made her a cup of tea or – or I could – could have apologised to Carmella. Such actions would shock Safia, but would also mean death to my pride. I hummed to myself, thinking hard.

“I like broccoli,” I said very slowly.

Safia opened her mouth in a way that brought an instant victorious smile to my face.

“See?” I crowed. “Ha!”

“Fair enough,” said Safia. “I may not know what you like and what you don’t like, but I do know you. I know that you’ll eventually do the right thing.”

“Oh yes?” I challenged.

“Yes,” said Safia. “Because if you don’t, then I’ll have one up on you, won’t I. Because I will help. And you’d love to outdo me, wouldn’t you. You wouldn’t want me to take away something that’s yours, even if that something isn’t exactly your favourite thing in the world.”

I narrowed my eyes at the sprite. “You’re manipulating me,” I said. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“Maybe I am manipulating you,” said Safia. “But it’s the truth, isn’t it.”

I glared at the sprite. “No!”

“And do you know something else I know?” Safia asked. “I know that you care about me.”

“Safia!” I cried, offended.

“I know that you do. I’m more than just you’re arguing partner, aren’t I? Because when Dim said what he did, you still rang, and you asked for me. You didn’t completely ignore me, you wanted to speak-”

“Only because I didn’t know whether Dim and Rugo would even be there,” I whined. “And your mother,” I said with a shudder, “well, I’d rather talk to you than her, but that’s no compliment.”

Safia didn’t look at all put off. In any case, she now seemed to be smiling.

This really did not look good.

“You rang,” said Safia. “And what you said back there, in the hospital, that meant something, didn’t it. It must’ve taken a lot of effort to say that and Nyte, you’re lazy, okay? You wouldn’t have done it just for the sake of it.”

“I am not lazy,” I cried, trying to justify my actions to myself. “I – look I may have stayed on this bed for the past – well the past week – but there’s a difference between laziness and – and – well just because I don’t prance around all the time doing things as fulfilling as moving balls around a field does not mean that I’m – I might be viewed as being lazy, okay? I’m just very – very concise when it comes to any sort of activity.”

“Which means,” Safia went on, ignoring me like the disrespectful sprite she was. “That part of you wanted me to think like I am thinking. Part of you wanted me to analyse you and think that you care for me, because the rest of you won’t let you say so!”

She looked fixedly at me, her arms wide in the excitement of the moment, her chest going up and down very quickly. There was a long period of silence in which she stayed like this, looking very stupid.

“I’m sorry,” I said finally. “It’s very hard to form words in this room. The air is too thick with your ego!”

“But you know I’m right,” Safia said firmly.

I didn’t say anything in reply to this, but took another sip of my drink. In all honesty, I had never really thought about what I’d said earlier in that way, but that didn’t mean it was right or wrong. It just meant that I’d been in a very strange mood, of course. I had, after all, thought I might’ve died, and that certainly doesn’t happen every day.

“I was in a strange mood that day,” I told Safia.

“Like today?”

“No,” I said. “I’m perfectly-”

“Ah!” said Safia keenly, her eyes gleaming and her arm raised. “Ah! But you just said earlier that you meant what you said then, so I must be right!”

I felt my face fall then, and turned to the spite wearing a weird, sour expression. “Safia,” I said slowly. “You are making my brain hurt. Please leave.”

“You love me,” Safia stated, her words punching me in the face.

“Safia,” I whine, “Can you please get a room with yourself?”
”You do,” she said. “And you don’t have to say it because I know it, Nyte.”

“Go away!” I moan. “You don’t know me!”

“Yes I do,” said Safia. “Maybe I know you better than you do!”

“No,” I insisted, trying my hardest to keep myself from throwing up. Safia was being so cruel accusing me like that, and I was so shocked and confused that I could barely think straight. “You don’t. Go away!”

“You’re just trying to avoid the subject because it scares you,” said Safia.

“Safia! You know perfectly well that nothing scares me! Nothing except for Blood, and open spaces for a brief period of time, and being outside in the rain and – well so what if I find slugs a little creepy? Other than that, nothing scares me, nothing.”

“Then why are you getting so worked up over this?” asked Safia.

I took in a deep breath. “I’m not getting worked up over anything,” I said. “I’m just getting seriously annoyed by you and your big head.”

And I was telling the truth. I was getting annoyed. Safia kept smiling smugly and giving me these weird patronising looks as if she completely understood what I was going through. This was infuriating enough, as obviously I’m too wonderfully complicated to understand myself, but on top of everything, that strange feeling of self-hatred had come back again. This was, I suddenly realised, what pathetic people like my dead fake-father would call like to call shame. I had to catch my breath then. Was I really feeling shame? Was I ashamed of myself? And why? What had I done recently that would make me feel this disgusting emotion? I mean, I had felt no shame after all the deaths, so why now? But somewhere inside me, in a place so deep, deep down that it was practically forgotten, a part of me was screaming out the answer already.

As I edged closer to the bin, my stomach wriggling threateningly, I told myself that things were horrific. My poor pride had just received a lethal injection, and was beginning to feel the effects. I could almost hear it begging me to change. But I couldn’t. How could I possibly be this weak? How could I be so emotional? How could I let myself fall into Safia’s trap and – and think in a way that she would? I was not completely myself, I thought, because part of me was disgustingly new and different. This was awful!

Then my stomach gave way, and I retched into the bin.

Feeling only slightly better, I decided that this was enough thinking for one day. I switched myself onto autopilot.

“Are you all right?” asked Safia.

“No! And it’s all your fault!”

“I’m going to leave now,” Safia said. “I have to go to school.”

“Good,” I replied automatically.

“I’ll probably come back later today.”
“Okay.”

“Look, will you be okay?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ll see you then?”

“Yes.”

It took a lot of effort for me to watch her as she went. It would have been so much easier to turn away and ignore it, but I didn’t. Safia walked out with possibly the biggest, scariest smile I’ve ever seen on her, and I was left completely alone with myself. After the door had brushed shut, it was so quiet that I could hear my worries speaking to me.

I had no idea what the future would bring for us, but the idea of there being a future was sickening enough. The future was just so big and – and so out of control. I didn’t know whether I’d be able to change my mind about Safia in years to come, I didn’t know whether I’d ever be able to forgive my weak-pathetic-loser side for letting this happen, and I didn’t even wantto know what would happen with Seline and the – the thing. All I knew at that moment was that I was truly disgusted with myself, and that it’s chilling how much the sprite loves it when she’s actually right.

The end

A/N Yeah I'm not actually sure if this is the end because it seems pretty abrupt, but I suck at endings and couldn't think of anything else to write. Ho hum. If anyone has any ideas I'll be very happy. Eek I don't know what I'll do now! Should I write a proper epilogue or something or should this be the end end? As you can see I'm pretty confused lol. Oh and I was planning to write a Nossira story some time...don't know if that will ever happen but oh well. Oh and sorry if the review replies are short, I'm hungry and I can never think straight when I'm hungry lol.

Something Uncertain: I'm like that all the time, I never say what I think will happen because usually it's completely wrong. Well done for being right (cheers) and thankyou so much for all of your lovely reviews.

Sarah the Insane: Both (evil smile). At least I think so. I never really know anything for sure lol.

DragonDreamer2: I'll have to play it some time! Ah yeah I remember when poor Percival died, that was so sad!

Kamui-Kun: I'm sorry I did neglect Nossira a bit didn't I. Nyte was going to die but then I got a conscience, ack. I don't know what's going to happen to Dim and Carmella, because I am so organised (not). Do you think I should maybe write another chapter with them in it? I was thinking that if I did write a Nossira story then maybe I could do a bit of it there. Ack I'm so indecisive aren't I!

Alteng: Yay you caught up! A bit of that is explained in the second story. Hope this chapter helped to explain things a bit. Thank you so much for all of your reviews recently!