Hello! Okay, so, I DIDN'T WRITE most of THIS!!! This is by BrownEyes11. She wrote it in an awesome review. All credit goes to her.

Stark: Emgem was gonna make it longer…

Me: But I couldn't be bothered. It's actually HOT today (23.3 degree's Celsius) so I'm going to update then go ride my new-fangled bike around. (Early birthday present…)

So, anyways, I'm confused, Stark. Do you own Duchess, or does Jack.

Stark: Well, I think we both own her. But Jack's looking after her at the moment, 'cause you won't let her in the house.

Moi: Yeah, 'cause the reasons aren't obvious…

Stark: So, what do you own Emgem?

Meeeee: Well… A paper-mache dog called Powys. The right to steal your Archery stuff. A cute turquoise tank-top.

Starky Warky: Good. Did you put HoN in there, then.

Moi: :p No. Cause I don't own it. *Runs off crying*

Stark: Ah, well. Enjoy the chapter. Oh, and if anyone wants to re-write Chapter 1, they can. Even Emgem agrees it's kinda terrible.


I drew in a deep breath and faced the mirror, gazing at the gown. It was the colour of midnight, with obedient stars sewn into the material, so it glimmered when I turned, the wide skirt swirling around my legs.
"Nyx?" said a soft voice that I would recognize anywhere, a voice that made my heart pound.
"Ello! What are you doing here?"
His smile made me go weak at the knees, and lit the room with a golden light more potent than sun, though it was just before twelve am. "I had to see you before..." he trailed off, and sighed.
The ceremony. The Goddess Ceremony. Only one of us could take my mother's place as Goddess of the Night. The other two would continue to live in the manor, and would of course become Goddesses as well, but the Goddess of the Night was more powerful.
It had been prophesized once, many years ago, that one Goddess of the Night would change everything. Would betray and rescue on the same breath. That Goddess was one of us three sisters. Nyah, Nova, and Nyx. Stars, Planets, and Night.
Up until just a few days ago, we'd all been sure the Goddess of the Night would be Nyah. She was the oldest, the most beautiful. And, the biggest prize in my mind, she had Ello.
Or she had had Ello. Now I wasn't so sure.
Ello came forward and kissed me gently on the forehead. He left his lips there long after the kiss, and I leaned forward, into his broad, strong, warm chest.
"Ello." I sighed.
"Nyx?" came another voice from the doorway. Nyah. "Nyx, Ello, what are you doing?" I could hear an edge of confusion and panic in her voice, and I quickly pulled away.
"Ny!" Ello exclaimed, coming to my rescue. "I was just giving your sister a hug. She's very nervous." Behind his back, his hand made a fluttering gesture, which I took to mean 'get nervous'.
I bit my lip and looked to the ground. Under the circumstances, acting nervous was hardly acting at all.
Nyah's expression of panic melted away, replaced by one of kindness and understanding.
I couldn't help but feel guilty as Nyah wrapped me in a tight embrace. "I love you Nyx." she said quietly, her words like delicate jewels strung together, bearing the weight of all that we'd seen together, the sisters we were, and in that moment, I decided that I would have to tell Ello goodbye. Goodbye...forever?
We heard the tinkling of bells, and Nyah looked up, "I have to go," she said, and returned to her room.
When she was gone, Ello turned, and smiled at me in the mirror. It did not fill me with the warmth that it normally did. He lifted the delicate tiara on the cushion next to me, a study of silver filigree with two interlocking crescent moons, and a single sapphire.
For once, at his touch, I felt nothing but guilt.
The bells tinkled again, and I turned, gazing at myself once more in the gilted mirror. I looked royal, like a queen. I looked like my mother.
I closed my eyes and a single tear slipped down my cheek.
Then I turned, walked passed Ello, and out onto the balcony.
A cheer rose up from below as my sisters and I walked onto the balcony. I glanced at Nyah and Nova. Both of them had on a gown too, as well as a tiara. Nyah's tiara had been our mothers, a single star, surrounded by diamonds, the North Star in the night sky. Nova's featured a silver planet, with a ring of pearl.
We grasped each others hands, and then turned to face the roaring crowd below us. I could see many of my friends, and I could practically hear Haize's thoughts.
My father joined us on the balcony, and the cacophony grew, if possible, louder.
We bow our heads. Father gave a speech of sorts. He grasped all our hands. We looked straight ahead, tried not to think that these were the hands that had killed our mother.
"--Nyx!" My father cries, the end to the speech we did not hear.
We all look up.
What?


I'm back now. No thanks to you, Stark.

Stark: I told you I'm sorry.

Moi: But I enjoy sulking. It's muchas fun...

Stark: -Facepalm-

Me: BRAIN DAMAGE! (For those of you who have no clue what I'm on about, go read something by M.G Christiani. Her stuff rocks. Just so you know...)

Yes, so, anyway, I just worked out what's gonna happen in Chapter 3 1/2. Oh, and I wanted to reply to some (a) reviews here, so no one else gets confused...

Nicci Death'sMistress: How can Chaos die?

Stark: Well, only a God/Goddess more powerful than her could kill her. And only one person is more powerful...

Me: Well, I'll try to update soon. THe key word being try...

Both of us: Toodles (Sharpay (High school musical) style)

Me: Don't ask. Oh, and Iggy, if you're reading this, Mwa Ha Ha Ha Haaa!!!