Everything was dark and dank in the castle. Elyon supposed that it was due to Phobos' depression that it must have fallen to such disrepair. She was sure Cedric had said something along those lines last night when he'd led her to her bedroom last night, but the gentle fog that cooled the morning air had apparantly slipped into her mind and clouded her memories. In fact, it seemed as if she couldn't properly hold onto anything here, as she rounded another corner and forgot what the last had looked like. She'd never remeber her way back now, but Elyon ignored the screaming whispers that seemed to crawl from the shadowed walls, telling her to 'Go back!', 'Turn back!'.

Turn back. To what? Her bedroom? Earth? Elyon let her finger caress across textured icy stone, rounding another corner, but stopping in her tracks. "Elyon. You're out of your room."

"Uh, yeah, I know it's kinda early, but.." Elyon frowned, trying to remember why she'd left her room. Trying to remember her room. She could faintly recall that the red carpet made her think of Will.. Elyon shook her head and smiled up to Cedric. Lord Cedric. Book-keeping on Earth was just a hobby. "I wanted to.. Explore the castle! It's so big and I just thought it'd be nice to-"

"Learn your heritage. What a wonderful idea." Elyon nodded, smiling; fully intending to turn away from the handsome lord when he raised his arm, 'amorously', waiting for her to rest her own on it. Like a princess. "I'd be happy to show you around."

"Yeah.. I was.." Elyon frowned as she again forgot what she was saying. She felt so small here; humbled by the high-rising ceilings and wide, dusty staircases.

"Surely it'd be better for me to join you.. So you don't get lost." Dazzling blue eyes made her melt slightly[0], but she suddenly felt a warmth run through her; a longing to inject her love that she'd first felt when the gorgeous Lord had told her how her brother had suffered without her. Her rather stunning brother, though Elyon knew it was a banishable thought on her world, but she accepted it that Phobos' face was a strangers and she'd soon quell the tense of her stomach muscles when she saw him. She just needed to start feeling like he was her brother.. And what better a time to start, than the present. "Elyon?"

"Actually Cedric.. I was wondering if Phobos might join me.."

Elyon's face fell as Cedric's grew grim. "I'm affraid that your brother has taken slightly ill.. He'll be fine by the noon, but he took quite an excitement last night, from your arrival."

"Oh.. Okay."

...

"..Will.."

"You'd be a little more subtle if you didn't talk in your sleep by the way.." Caleb nearly fell out of his bed as Will's voice entered him into the real world; crashing down the walls of the spring's edge around him and leaving him completely dray and only entangled in his sheets. "Oh. You're awake."

As his eyes met the dead brown, he realized that she should be a lot more anxious as to why he had mumbled her name. Will would yell. Will would kick. Will would have slapped him in the face by now, but he knew as soon as he saw her crush and drop a peice of paper as a ball on the ground. "You're not Will again."

"You're not angry?"

"No." Memories raged through his mind as he was pulled back to Will in her bedroom, furiously pressing a towel onto soaking bedclothes. "I'm not angry."

"Oh." The little body of his friend bent over and picked up the crumpled paper and he was sure she was saying something, but he couldn't hear over the blood in his ears. She had saved him once. She had been gone, but he finally apologised to Will as he'd known he should have at the time. "This is fo-"

"I'm sorry déftero-Will. You are real." And then the little drop once again let the paper slip from her hands; this time it swooped through the air because of her sour attempt to smooth the little note out. He guessed it was instruction, but as he glanced at the scribble - too small to read from his bed-top - he saw that there was only one sentence on the page. It probably said 'Go to Caleb.' He could imagine Will sending the drop for him to babysit, but it wasn't so bad, he supposed, if he spent his unsceduled day with her. He assumed it was unsceduled: considering he was supposed to reveiw events with Will. "It's nice to meet you."

[0]Go TTigers.. That sentence would never have been the same without you.

déftero - second ( he's calling the drop 'second-Will')