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Every week we will be starting a new Story Telling competition - with great prizes! The current prize is 2000 NP, plus a rare item!!! This is how it works...
We start a story and you have to write the next few paragraphs. We will select the best submissions every day and put it on the site, and then you have to write the next one, all the way until the story finishes. Got it? Well, submit your paragraphs below!
Story Three Hundred Fifty Six Ends February 15
"Fifty-nine degrees longitude, 20 degrees declination, three hours, 34 minutes right ascension..." Aglai said, squinting harder into the eyepiece of the telescope. "Clear," she finished with a sigh.
The Zafara went to copy the coordinates into her ink-stained notebook, but instead she let her head drop against the pages. She'd been scanning the skies above Altador every night for the last six months, and she hadn't found anything out of the ordinary yet. It was always just the same old constellations sparkling against the black of the night sky.
"How's it coming up there, Aglai?" a voice called from down in the Hall of Heroes. Aglai's head jerked up, and she turned back to the telescope. She couldn't let Mulkor find her slacking on the job. After all, he was paying her.
"All right. Haven't found anything yet, though," she yelled back.
"Keep looking! I want to try to finish that section of the sky tonight."
"Easy for you to say," Aglai grumbled, returning her gaze to the telescope's eyepiece. Mulkor had a bunch of crazy ideas about distant Neopian moons and the Space Faerie.
"Fifty-nine degrees longitude, 20 degrees declination, three hours, 35 minutes right ascension..." Half the time, she wasn't even sure if she was getting the coordinates right anyway. Why couldn't she have gotten a normal job, like baking Baklava at Exquisite Ambrosia? "Cl-- Wait, what in Neopia is that?!"
Something was streaking in a glittery arc across the circle of sky visible through the telescope's lens. Whatever it was, it was coming closer.
Aglai ran down the stairs into the Hall of Heroes. Mulkor was nowhere to be found; the only figure in sight (other than the giant statues of the Twelve Heroes) was the furry, compact shape of the Yurble janitor, who was muttering to himself as he mopped.
"There's something coming!" Aglai cried.
"Well, whatever it is, I hope it doesn't have muddy feet," the Yurble replied grouchily.
"No, something's coming at us... from the sky!" Aglai pointed to the window, and just as the Yurble turned to look, something plummeted through the clouds in a shower of sparks...
Date: Feb 11th
...and passed over the city in a shining arc of light.
Aglai leaned out of one of the windows in the Hall of Heroes and watched as the object soared over the outer walls of Altador and landed, appearing to come to rest somewhere in the rock quarry that lay outside the city. The Zafara waited for an explosion or a beam of light, but nothing came.
"Well, I'm glad that's over with," said the janitor, picking up his mop again.
Aglai knew that nothing could be more untrue. "Over with?" she said, talking more to herself than the orange Yurble. "I have a feeling that this is just the beginning. Now where did Mulkor go off to?"
The Wocky was usually working on star charts and complex math equations down in the Hall, but he had disappeared, leaving his books and papers on the floor near the stairs to the Observatory. Wondering where her employer had gone to in such a hurry, Aglai hurried out of the circular chamber and made her way to the steps that descended to the streets of the city below.
She spotted the Wocky on the road heading toward the outer wall. He was walking quickly, and Aglai instantly realised that he was following the path that the shining object had taken. A few other citizens were milling about, but no one seemed to have paid much attention to where the thing had fallen.
As the Zafara rushed down the steps, she realised why. Being up in the Observatory, she had been able to see over the high walls that encircled the city and get a fairly specific location of the object's landing. The other Altadorians, wandering the streets below, would have only seen it disappear over the wall above them.
Mulkor, however, had been in the Hall of Heroes, and Aglai assumed that he too had taken note of the shining something and where it had landed. The Zafara wondered why her employer had not said anything to her, merely leaving in a rush without a word. She was resolved to find out.
Mulkor had a considerable lead on Aglai, but the Zafara ran quickly to make up for lost time, and soon she was quite near the Wocky, who was making his way out of the city. He followed the path down to the perfectly flat rock quarry, where Aglai could see an odd trail of smoke lingering in the air...
Date: Feb 11th
"It's here, isn't it?" Mulkor asked the JubJubs. Aglai could just barely make out his words, and she frowned. It sounded like Mulkor knew this was coming. But -- how?
"Yeah, it's here, in the perfectly flat rock quarry, not the perfectly --"
"I know, I know, you numbskulls!"
Aglai, hidden behind a tree, felt her frown deepen. Numbskulls? Sure, Mulkor may have been a bit of a grouch, but he was never, never that offensive to anyone. Something was wrong here. Darting from the cover of her tree to another one nearby, she inched closer.
"Well, whatta we do now? It's big, smoky, and heavy. How're you gonna get it out?"
Mulkor blinked. "How am I going to get it out? How am I? Jarold, Spiff, honestly. You clearly forget who's the older one here, the head honcho, the --"
The JubJubs nodded, somehow managing to hold a sort of wedge-like thing and walking over to the smoking lump nearby. The green one -- Aglai guessed it was Spiff -- clambered on top of Jarold and placed the wedge on top of the lump. Then, by jumping up and down, he drove it in, cracking the hard, stony exterior.
"Beautiful," Mulkor whispered, staring at the unearthed thing. "Beautiful. Just what we need to control Altador."
Beautiful? Control Altador? Aglai couldn't see what it was, but it didn't sound so good. She slipped behind the last of the trees, trying to get a better view.
"Eh, Mulkor, I think someone's over there," Jarold noted, one foot extended out in Aglai's general direction.
"Spiff, go check it out."
Aglai thought her heart might have stopped pounding. Not only because she was about to be discovered, but also because she could finally see what the "beautiful" thing was.
"Yes, Aglai, the Space Faerie," Mulkor said loudly. "Frozen, just like the Darkest Faerie..."
Date: Feb 12th
"Excuse me," Spiff said to Mulkor. "Do you know this Zafara?"
"Yeah," Mulkor said. "She works for me. Bring her down here and let her take a look; she's not a threat to us."
Aglai didn't like the look of this one little bit. The Space Faerie, trapped in a great lump of ice? What could be going on here? And what did Mulkor mean exactly when he talked about "controlling Altador"?
But she didn't have any choice. If she ran away now, they'd catch her and probably treat her in a far less friendly manner than they were now. And so, though she hated herself for doing it, she had to trust Mulkor and follow his lead as best she could.
"Isn't that just something to behold?" asked the Wocky once Aglai was by his side. His hands were outstretched to the ice, basking in its refracted light.
The Zafara had to admit that, disturbing though the image was, it was very beautiful in a strange sort of way. The Space Faerie's thin frame danced around in a rainbow of shapes and colours, the evening orange blinding in her tentative eyes. Even the tiniest movement, like an insect buzzing past on one of its many sides, made the shimmering light duck and weave in an elegant, breath-taking dance.
"Not a word of a lie, boss," remarked Jarold. "I mean, I could look at this all day. Do we really have to melt it down?"
Mulkor shot the JubJub a warning glance. "We do if you want your quarter's share of the profits."
Aglai felt a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach. It was never a good sign when there was money involved. She smelt a scheme.
"I'll forget it this time. But I want no more smart remarks. Both of you understand? You do what I say, and that's as far as it goes."
The Wocky gestured toward the frozen Space Faerie and continued, "We'd best get going. There's not much time left. You two can begin taking her down to the mines, and I'll stay with our little guest here, for now. I think I owe her a bit of an explanation."
As the two JubJubs moved toward the great lump of ice that contained the Space Faerie, Mulkor turned to Aglai.
"Look," he began. "I know this might look strange, but I have honest intentions. You see..."
Date: Feb 12th
"I know that you think I've been using you. I think you can guess that I only hired you to chart stars because I was looking for a disturbance, something to signal the Space Faerie's... arrival."
Aglai just nodded, staring into the Space Faerie's flickering form. She wanted an explanation.
Mulkor could see that. "Look, please just be patient, okay? I can explain, but you're going to need to know the background information first, or this won't make much sense to you."
The JubJubs were now carting the Space Faerie into a large, dark hole in the quarry wall that Aglai hadn't noticed before; the mine must have had a new entrance dug out.
"All right," sighed Aglai, "but one thing first -- how did the Space Faerie get like this?"
The Wocky shook his head. "I'll get to that."
Aglai was about to interrupt, but Mulkor cut her off. "Six months ago, I was reading a book in the Archives," he began, slightly louder than usual. "And I came across a book that I could have sworn I'd never seen before."
His eyes flashed. "It was the Darkest Faerie's journal.
"The pages were written in some strange code language that I'd never seen before. There was only one thing written in the modern-day Neopian script, on the last page, and it was quite disturbing. A curse of sorts, written in a riddle format.
"This curse said that were the Darkest Faerie to ever be removed from her throne, Neopia's heroes would fall one by one, and chaos would overtake the realm of Altador.
"As soon as I took my eyes off the book, it vanished like a mirage on a hot summer day in the Lost Desert."
Aglai broke in. "So you think that the Space Faerie is a victim of this now-activated curse?"
Mulkor's eyes glinted. "Yes, I do. But there was one more thing in the book, one thing that frightened me more than the curse itself--"
The Wocky's voice was cut off by a faint yell from the darkness of the mine.
"Boss! Something's going wrong..."
Date: Feb 13th
Mulkor rushed over to the shaft the JubJubs had entered. Aglai, confused and slightly worried, followed.
The tunnel was carved of the same normal stone as the rest of the quarry, but as she went deeper and deeper, Aglai noticed tiny specks of what looked like glass in the wall, shining like stars. Soon enough, the walls became coated in the material, glowing with its own luminescence. She wondered what made it do that.
Along the way, there was a small crack in the wall, just big enough for a Neopet to fit through, but it led to a dead end. It was around that time that Aglai noticed the blue glow that emitted from the glass-like material.
On closer examination, Aglai noticed the glow came from strange symbols carved into the walls. They glowed an eerie blue and every once in a while pulsated, sending rhythms of sound throughout the cavern.
Within the next five minutes, Aglai was next to Mulkor, the frozen Space Faerie, and the JubJubs, but they could go no farther. The passage was cut off by a giant crack that stretched across the path like a giant abyss in the middle of a hall of light.
Mulkor sighed. "I was afraid of this."
"What?" Aglai looked at her boss questioningly.
"The thing I feared more than that dark prophecy -- that when all the heroes of Neopia have fallen, shadow will consume the universe, and the Darkest Faerie will have her vengeance."
Aglai's eyes widened, and she peered down into the void. It seemed bottomless. She gently nudged a pebble by her feet over the edge. Mulkor sucked in a breath.
"Don't! We have no idea what sleeps down there!"
Suddenly, a foul-smelling gale burst forth from the crack. The strange symbols on the walls began glowing brighter, and the earth trembled as if in fear.
"Everybody out, now!" Mulkor shouted.
Like a stampede, the group sprinted back toward the entrance. Suddenly, Aglai turned around.
"The Space Faerie!" She began to head back toward the frozen victim of the Darkest Faerie's enchantment, but stopped as the form tipped over into the abyss. Aglai's eyes widened in horror, for right then something big clambered out of the crack.
It was formless, a shifting mass whose only true features were beady red eyes and a broad mouth lined with rows and rows of dagger-like teeth.
The thing looked directly at Aglai. She stood, frozen, unable to move. It let out a roar, and slithered toward her.
The thing smelt of death and decay, and Aglai felt sick from the stench. She began to sprint back toward the entrance. As she ran past the small dead-end passageway in the wall, something grabbed her, hands clenched tightly over her mouth, and pulled her in...
Date: Feb 13th
She screamed, but no sound escaped her lips. She heard voices above her, no doubt Mulkor and the JubJubs, but their shouts sounded muffled and strangely disoriented.
She was falling, the wind tearing at her viciously. She felt the slimy grip of whatever had grabbed her pull her further into the darkness. The vile smell surrounded her, almost choking her. She had the strongest urge to gag. The claws tightened around her body, digging into her flesh. And still, Aglai fell. She wondered if she would ever stop falling...
And that's when she saw the light. It was a light blue, pulsing slowly below her. It was faint, hardly noticeable, like some far-away star hidden in a cloudy night sky. The light seemed to come closer to her.
At first, Aglai thought it was just because she was falling. But then she realised she no longer heard the wind rushing in her ears. She was just floating there, floating... and the light was coming even closer.
It was so pretty... so blue and shiny. Although she could still feel the arms of the thing wrapped around her, she didn't care anymore. All she wanted was to see the light, to touch, embrace it...
The light bobbed closer.
Yes, Aglai thought. Come closer... come to me... Please...
The light drew nearer. Aglai could see sparks of light twisting around it.
It was so close... so close...
The light came closer. She reached out, her hand slipping out of the shadow's grip easily. Maybe it wasn't even there anymore? But she didn't care. All she wanted was the light...
The light came closer. She just had to reach out and--
The voice cried out so suddenly, Aglai nearly jumped, if it were even possible to jump when you were weightless. She didn't hear a sound, but it was almost as if the voice echoed in her mind. It seemed to draw Aglai from her trance, even for a moment.
"Whatever you do, don't touch the light! You must not touch it!"
Although streaked with panic, the voice had a noble, heroic ring to it. Aglai was instantly reminded of a beautiful being. Clear wings, scarlet eyes, midnight blue hair--
The light twirled around.
Aglai's eyes snapped back to it. The light was shining so prettily. It seemed to drive all her worries away...
"Please, don't touch it! You can't! Don't let her take you!"
But Aglai wasn't listening to the voice now, no matter how noble it sounded. All that mattered was that the light was here, in front of her. And it was hers, she could have it now...
"Please." The voiced sobbed, but Aglai didn't hear it.
She reached out and touched the light.
For a second, nothing happened. Then the voice said, "I tried to warn you..."
The light surrounded Aglai. She couldn't breathe. She tried to cry out, but she couldn't find the courage to speak. The light swallowed her, then changed to darkness. Ink-black darkness. Aglai felt her eyes close against her will. In a second, she realised who the voice belonged to... if only she had listened to the voice sooner. It was too late now.
Shadows consumed her entirely, and Aglai felt herself slip away. But before she did, she heard a single, cruel voice whisper, "You're mine now. And so is the world..."
* * * * *
"Aglai? Aglai! Can you hear me?" Mulkor cried out desperately.
Spiff shook his head sadly, "I think she's gone, boss."
Mulkor growled with rage. "No! Who knows what could happen to her down there? She could be--"
A scuffling sound made him stop. The Wocky turned around and breathed a sigh of relief as her saw the Zafara slowly crawl out of the hole. Her white fur was streaked with dirt and small scratches darted here and there, but otherwise she was fine.
"Thank goodness you're okay. How'd you manage to escape anyway?" Mulkor asked, slowly approaching Aglai.
But that's when he noticed something. A cruel, harsh smile was dancing upon the Zafara's face. It sent shivers down his spine. For he knew it wasn't Aglai who smiled like that.
Her eyes were glowing red, blood-red, when she spoke in a cold voice, "I am the Darkest Faerie. Revenge will be mine. There's nothing you can do to stop me now..."
Date: Feb 14th
"No...no..." Mulkor's heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be...
"Slowly, all around you, heroes are falling," hissed the Darkest Faerie. "This is the end of Neopia as you all know it..." She cackled, a booming laugh that shook the whole place. Mulkor winced at the very sound.
"Please... what have you done with Aglai?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"Her mind is mine to control now," said the Darkest Faerie, and with another booming laugh, she was suddenly surrounded by more of the ice-like balls. Encased in them were many of the beloved heroes of Neopia... even Queen Fyora... and countless others.
"What are you going to do with them?" squeaked Mulkor.
But the Darkest Faerie and her collection of frozen Neopians were gone, and the quarry began to shake violently. Rocks tumbled like dice, and cracks thundered above their heads. The pulsing blue rocks thudded with terrible force, their luminous glow no longer attractive... but as they fell, they sizzled with heat, then slowly began to hover, transforming into the tiny circles of pale blue light.
"Let's go, let's go!" Mulkor pushed the two JubJubs out of the cavern, and when they exited, they fell to the ground, protecting their faces, as the little lights twirled and danced around them, pouring into the city, to encase each and every Neopet... and then the Darkest Faerie would have total control...
"We've got to do something!" yelled Mulkor. His thoughts were racing. "Follow me!" he ordered the JubJubs, and raced breathlessly toward the Hall of Heroes...
Date: Feb 14th
Everywhere, in every direction Mulkor looked, there was chaos. Neopians scattered and screamed as the circles of light hounded them. A Quiggle ran past the trio, but the balls of light were quicker. One lunged at him, and the Quiggle was trapped in ice with his mouth agape in the form of a horrified scream.
Mulkor pushed a little harder and wove quickly through a crowd of panicked Neopets, Jarold at his heels.
"Where's Spiff?" Mulkor asked. He skidded to a stop and looked back.
Spiff was pushing his way through the crowd, his eyes wild with panic as a ball of light followed only a few inches behind.
"No! Spiff!" Jarold cried.
"Wait!" Mulkor exclaimed, reaching a hand out. But it was too late. Jarold raced back to his brother, getting between the ball and Spiff. The ball whizzed right into Jarold, freezing the JubJub with a mixed look of fear and relief in his eyes.
Spiff whimpered and stared, terrified, before Mulkor yanked him back. "Come on!" he urged.
The Hall of Heroes was just up ahead. Only a few more yards and they would be safe for a time. Hope rose in Mulkor -- they could make it!
The Wocky yelped and suddenly ducked as a light ball flew over his and Spiff's heads. The ball slowed down and then came at them full speed. Mulkor and Spiff picked up the pace, gaining a little distance from the ball.
But just a little.
And then the doors to the Hall of Heroes were right in front of them, almost within reach. The light ball was closer, though, and Mulkor could feel its presence right at his back. His legs were sore and his lungs burned, but he gathered whatever strength he had left and pushed the doors open.
He burst through with Spiff at his side. The Wocky slammed the door shut on the ball, hearing it smack into the wood on the other side. Both Neopets let out a sigh of relief.
"All right," Mulkor said, catching his breath. "There's no time to waste. Follow me."
He led Spiff past the statues to a red button in the back.
Spiff tilted his head. "Uh, boss, what are we supposed to be doing? That button does nothing. I've tried it before."
Mulkor rolled his eyes. "Watch and learn." Instead of pushing the button, he reached two stones below it and pushed the stone. The statue of the Darkest Faerie slid slowly out of its place in the circle.
"Oh," Spiff murmured.
"Quickly." Mulkor headed back to the statue. "There was something I read in a book once about how after Altador was saved, the Darkest Faerie disappeared for a time before Fyora captured her, which raised suspicion in the group of heroes that remained. So while this was being built, they hid something in the Hall of Heroes that would be able to be used against the Darkest Faerie if she ever threw Neopia into catastrophe. I'm not sure it will be able to stop her completely, but it's the only chance we've got."
Mulkor looked down at the small little pit that hid under the Darkest Faerie's statue. Inside was a little box covered with dust. "I found this once when I was cleaning the place up a bit," he lied to Spiff. He didn't want to embarrass himself and say that he had wondered what the button on the wall did as well.
The Wocky opened the box...
Date: Feb 15th
...to find that it was completely empty.
"Oh dear," he breathed.
"What is it?" Spiff demanded, pushing past Mulkor to see the contents of the box.
"It's gone. The ring is gone."
"Not gone," chuckled an unnaturally cold voice from behind them. "Just misplaced."
Mulkor whipped around. Behind him stood Aglai, her usually golden eyes glazed with crimson, her lips twisted into a menacing smirk. Carefully held between two of her fingers was a sapphire ring.
"Looking for this?" the Darkest Faerie asked mockingly, twirling the ring between her fingers, but careful not to actually slide it on. No, she knew better than to do that.
As did Mulkor. Spiff beside him was frozen with terror, but Mulkor knew that as long as the ring was still intact, there was hope.
As if she were reading his thoughts, the Darkest Faerie's smirk widened. "Not going to happen, fool. Hmmm. Shall I destroy you now, or watch you struggle for a little longer? It certainly is quite amusing."
Mulkor did something quite rash. His own life seemed very insignificant now. This was for Altador. For Neopia.
Gathering all of his strength, he tensed his muscles and hurled himself at the Darkest Faerie.
The faerie was caught by surprise, and she was still new to her Zafara form. The Wocky managed to bowl her over, and the two scrabbled across the flagstones in a writhing, spitting tussle.
Of course, it only took the faerie about a second to regain her wits. She summoned up her considerable well of magic and went limp, smiling despite the claws that raked her. All she needed was to get a decent aim, and the Wocky would only be so many ashes scattered across the Hall of Heroes.
But Mulkor was cunning, too.
The Darkest Faerie stiffened as a cold, glimmering ring was slid onto her finger.
She flung it off instantly, an instinctive reaction, but the damage was done.
Aglai woke up.
It wasn't like the kind of waking up where you open your eyes and stretch, shrugging off a night's sleep. It was like being blinded, and finally seeing the sun for the very first time. Like warmth after an eternity of cold.
For the tiniest fraction of a second, there was warmth and comfort, and everything was right.
And after that, it was cold, and everything hurt, but at least Aglai was still there. She existed again. She was aware, dimly, but still aware.
Slowly, the shadows in front of her eyes cleared, and what she saw was not reassuring...
"Fool," the Darkest Faerie growled, picking herself up off the floor. The ring clattered against the wall, shattering into bits. Her throw had been powerful enough to break the artifact. "Did you ever really think you could destroy me?"
"Yes," Mulkor spat, defiant until the end. Inside, he was in turmoil. The ring was gone. Aglai was lost forever. All hope was null and void. But he wasn't going to show it. "I did think I could stop you. And if I may die, then I will die a hero, not a coward."
The Darkest Faerie smirked, purple flames appearing above her paws, spinning and blazing. "Oh, but when there is nobody to record history, dear Wocky, there is no difference."
Mulkor threw himself to the side, pulling Spiff with him, as the Darkest Faerie threw a blaze of dark magic at him. It missed him and the JubJub by inches, blasting right through the wall and sending shards of stone flying everywhere.
The air turned icy as the Darkest Faerie conjured up another handful of magic fire. The Wocky dodged again, ducking as the bolt of violet shattered the statue of The Wave.
Mulkor's heart skipped a beat as he threw himself to the ground. She was destroying the Hall of Heroes!
"Play time is over," laughed a wicked voice behind him as its owner stalked toward him.
Aglai was utterly horrified.
She could see everything that was happening, everything that she was doing. She saw it through her own eyes, now the Darkest Faerie's eyes, of course. She saw herself obliterating Altador's historic statues. She saw herself trying to end Mulkor's life.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Oh, she tried. But no matter how much effort she put into it, she couldn't move. It was like a horrifying dream, a nightmare where she couldn't move, as hard as she tried.
Her mouth wrenched open, despite her attempts to keep it shut. "Play time is over," she laughed, in that new, cold voice that was not her own.
She saw the Wocky turn around. She saw the horror in his eyes. It scalded her, hurt her worse than the icy flames that sprang up in her paws.
The Darkest Faerie manipulated her arms, preparing to throw the magic. And for the Wocky, it would all end there.
Mentally, Aglai closed her eyes and let out a sob of despair.
Mulkor... I'm so sorry...
The Darkest Faerie flinched.
She had felt Aglai awaken inside of her. She could hear the pitiful mortal's screams of protest, of horror. Not that she cared. That was like music to her.
But now, there was emotion. Friendship. Caring.
It burned her.
She couldn't stand it. She fed off hatred, fear, and loathing, but this caring was like poison to her. It spread through her veins like fire, burning her, scalding her, causing immeasurable pain. She couldn't stand it.
With a strangled screech, the flames sputtered and died. The Darkest Faerie clawed at her chest once, and then she was gone, leaving Aglai in control of Aglai once more.
Aglai blinked, shivering horribly as complete feeling returned to her once more. Everything hurt worse now, and exhaustion pressed down on her shoulders.
But how could she sleep, knowing what she'd just done?
The Hall of Heroes was in disrepair. Two of the statues were merely shards of debris, and there were two gaping holes in the wall, scorched bricks laying haphazardly on the floor. Spiff was squirming, struggling to get a heavy chunk of stone off of his foot. But Aglai had eyes for only one thing, one Neopet.
"I'm sorry," she murmured to Mulkor. "I didn't know what was going on. I didn't mean to let her take me..."
Mulkor smiled awkwardly. "It wasn't your fault, Aglai," he said softly.
Aglai knew things would never be the same again. The Darkest Faerie's attack had left Altador in a state of panic, and there were quite a few repairs to make in the Hall of Heroes. But there were good things, too. Mulkor had once been her employer, but both of them knew that they would be friends for life from now on.
"Gah!" yelled the Yurble janitor, coming down from the observatory. "Who made this mess?! Not a thought for me, eh? Nobody ever thinks of the one who has to clean this up!"
Despite the situation, Aglai smiled to herself.
I guess some things never change, she thought.
Date: Feb 15th
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