Well, sorry it takes me sooooo long. I say one day, then it turns out to be two days. I used a line from my story, and if you find it, you get one 4Eva point. That can buy you a used napkin, by the way, so I wouldn't waste it.

MsCardinal: WAAAAAH! Sorry, I feel sooooo bad for not updating enough! And you will find out. It's kind of a Drama/Romance/Friendship/Family/Suspense/Hurt/Comfort fic. I wish I had that many subjects :P

iluvdance622: Why, thank you. Who wouldn't? xD I am very modest. EVERYONE knows that about me.

1101 . jade: I GOT YOUR NAME RIGHT AGAIN! I am going to say that every time, because I like being annoying!!!!! Thanks :)

LucianWriter77: Exactly the opposite, actually. I like the dude you mentioned because someone needs a little competition. THERE WERE NO SPOILERS IN THIS REVIEW!

music4evah: I believe that anyone who has read your Fanmail, or Deathmail, story knows that you hate Jonah with a fiery passion. I hate Jonah with a fiery passion. We hate Jonah with a fiery passion. Moon Mice hate Jonah with a fiery passion.

zammie and ian and amy fan: You are absolutely correct. I will not tell you anything! Alcander is Alistair, or Zeus.

Lapulta: OK, good, because I am one most of the time. I am very tired this morning, however, so I just looked over any grammar mistakes. Tiredness can do that to you! :(

Suki-chan14: Thank you so much! Means a lot :)

xpskl: Hey, you changed your picture again! To be honest, I don't know who would poison her either :P I'm still thinking it over.

Without further adieu -- (someone whispers) One second, please. (Has a whispered conversation with a mysterious figure in the shadows) All right, sorry. Without further ado, I present to you,

THE SOMETHING CHAPTER OF THE STORY OF AMBROSINE AND IOANNES! – crickets chirp – wow, tough crowd.

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Κεφάλαιο 9: Ο θυμός και αδελφές

'As soon as Ioannes heard that Ambrosine was to be married to Jerome, he felt all the blood in his face drain. The air felt like it was glass, and if you moved, you bled.

He then felt anger in his body. It stung him like a thousand needles itching to puncture his skin, and then he burned with anger. Ioannes wanted to kill Jerome. His 'best friend' has just taken away the only one whom he would even consider marriage with!

Her beauty, her personality, and her bubbly attributes just made him joyful, and he wouldn't mind spending every day with it. Although at the moment, he sounded like a sappy puddle, he knew that it was true. Ioannes might not be in love, but perhaps he was falling into its deadly trap, even though he had seen the girl only a few times.

Ioannes stalked out of the room, releasing a small corner of his rage by screaming, "Jerome!" He walked, not ran, because Ioannes knew that if he started running, he would run straight to Jerome, and most likely murder him on the spot. But, he couldn't help himself, and he started running powerfully. He was heading right to the door of Belen's house.

When Ioannes reached the front door of his palace, however, his progress was halted by a beautiful figure in a golden gown. "Ioannes, brother, where in Alcander's name do you believe you are running?"

The god scowled, and tried to push Narcissa out of the way. "Sister, move now, or I will have to get you from the door by force."

The dark-headed girl simple narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "And, brother dear, how do you think you will do that? Where are you going anyway?" Against his will, the god flushed a small bit, but held his head up high, trying to hide it.

Narcissa, however, caught this gesture, and smiled nastily. "Out to see that Ambrosine goddess again, are we, Ioannes?" At this, she put a hand over her mouth, so she looked like a shocked, over-sized doll. "Oh, but isn't she deathly ill? Didn't someone poison her, if I am correct? Oh, poor Ioannes. His soon-to-be wife might fall into everlasting slumber." Ioannes screamed at his sister. He was overcome with anger, and he slung her over his shoulder, and took her to her bedchamber.

"You will stay in here, and if you tell mother and father about this, I swear on Alcander's name that you will regret it." With that, he locked the door, and took off for Belen's house.'

Words disappear, as if black magic

But, tomorrow, with the same magic, they will come back to aide us in this story.