The girls fell down the swirling darkness for what seemed like forever. Tanya still felt something holding her leg, but she was calmed y Katheryn's firm grasp on her hands. Tanya dared to open her eyes, staring down at the light. It seemed to have gotten brighter, and something was behind it. It seemed like... a room? Tanya furrowed her brow in confusion, groaning from Katheryn's shrieking making her ears ring horribly. She saw plush, red blankets, beautifully designed pillows, and extravegant furniture. It also seemed to be getting closer and closer. Suddenly, the light dissolved into nothing, and the two girls crashed into the bed, breaking it in the process. Tanya noticed Katheryn bouncing from the impact and arreling into a mirror. The shattered glass pierced her skin, and Katheryn let out a pained wail. "Shhh!" whisper-shouted Tanya. She stepped off the bed, plucking splinters from her arms and legs. Tanya could easily hear soft footsteps approaching the door, and she quickly hurried Katheryn into a corner. A maid opened the door, frowning at the sight of the two girls. "You two are coming with me," she said, clutching them both by their costumes. She stormed out the door, mumbling something along the lines of "you almost got me killed".
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Reaver stood abruptly from his desk as a loud crash and a yell sounded somewhere in his manor. The maid standing nearby lifted her head, a worried look across her face. "Go see what happened," he said calmly. The maid quickly ran out the room. Reaver stared down at his work silently, his eyes closed in confusion. If that was what I think it is, I don't know what will happen, he wondered. He looked up to see the maid come in holding two very awkwardly dressed girls. He let out a short laugh at seeing the shorter one. "Mary-Anne, get these two girls to their bedrooms. They'll need some sleep, will they not?" drawled Reaver. "But Master Reaver, won't you ask them how they got here?"she asked, clearly confused. "No need. Now go. I have work to do," he replied, turning back to the stack of papers. "But-" Reaver withdrew his Dragonstomper .48 from its holster, pointing it between the maid's eyes. "Such a pretty thing. It would be a shame to get your blood on these little kiddies," he said, staring straight into Mary-Anne's wide, blue eyes. The maid let go of the girls, backing towards the door. "Come girls, you must be very sleepy after ruining an entire bedroom..."
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I know, short and crappy. Here's the story: I was working on the next paragraph, when I noticed I left a HUGE gap. So I made this sad little excuse for a chapter. Next one is uber long, I promise.