When Nivenna received a message that her sister wanted to meet up at Cordac Falls she was a bit worried. In truth they weren't very close. Occasionally, they would get together if there was some sort of meeting between the two tribes, or an event that they were both required to attend, however their interaction was limited. Despite fighting together against the M'arrilians they still had their differences. Just because they were sisters didn't change the fact their tribes were enemies. They had been programmed to hate each other. Even if they hadn't been Nivenna believed she might still hate her sister. They were just too different. Nivenna was always trying to focus her studies while her sister cared more for psychical training. Even now as they sat on a ledge between the top of Cordac Falls and the bottom of the Plunge pool Nivenna sat while her sister stood stubbornly.

"That human has so much nerve." She snarled. "How could he write about us? He doesn't even know us!"

Nivenna rolled her eyes as she turned a page of the story book her sister had given her. This whole meeting was so pointless. One picture of them, and she was ready to throw the book over the falls and let the pages dissolve in the raging water below. Nivenna was beginning to question if her sister had even read the book. A feeling she did not keep to herself.

"Did you even read what is written here?"

"Of course I read it, Nivenna! Or should I say Princess of the Dark Moon?"

"Well Starlight." Nivenna snapped back. "What's the problem? So he wrote a story about us, big deal. What I'm more concern about is the other stories in here." Nivenna turned the page to one that was clearly a twisted version of steam pillar. "This story here, The Robot's Revenge, it's clearly about Chaor defeating Ulmar's robots. However, it paints him as a great hero, one set on protecting his country and his people. Then there is one called the Failure of a King, it's about Maxxor burning the map to the Caothica, yet it also portrays him as a warrior who sacrificed his dream for the good of all. Why would they both be heroes if he's aligned with the Overworld?"

Aivenna completely ignored the comment.

"Nivenna will you focus on our story. We. Are. Princesses. Sad little princesses that throw a fit because they have to attend a party together. I then throw a fit because you were going to be married off to King Mari! It's horrible!"

"Aivenna, it's a metaphor. King Mari is the M'arillians, as in when I was captured and you risked you rank, I.E your crown, to come rescue me. He's trying to show the morals in everyday life. Like loving your family no matter what. It's so sentimental I might vomit." Nivenna scoffed.

Aivenna huffed. She supposed she could see what she meant. She couldn't stand the idea of being the whiny starlight princess, but she could see the symbolism.

"Then why not use our names? Why not tell the actual story?" Aivenna demanded stubbornly.

"Because there are people like you who don't care about the story. I've actually read a lot of books like this. The stories are used as satire, changing names and places so it sounds like a foreign problem. In a way this book preach equality among all tribes, loyalty, love..."

"Nivenna I think your thinking a little too in depth. He only reads it to his sister."

"That's the whole point Aivenna." Nivenna snapped at her. "The chaotic players choose their alliance. He probably wants her to know all the options without being bias. Do you think I would have become an Underworlder if some had told me how great the Overworld was? Would you be in the Overworld if you knew some of the underhanded things their armies are capable of?"

Aivenna scowled at her sister. How dare she! She was an Overworld general. To accuse the army of being underhand was to accuse her. Nivenna immediately understood her sister was not listening.

"I am loyal to the Overworld now and forever. No wonder Takinom doesn't trust out enough to raise your rank from lieutenant."

Nivenna stood and shoved the book hatefully into her sister's arms.

"You're so loyal you're blind. Take your stupid book back." Nivenna stormed past her and began to climb back down into the Underworld.

Aivenna instantly felt like a weight had been put on her chest. She reached out for her sister's hand.

"Nivenna, please don't go. I didn't meant it."

Nivenna slapped her sister's hand away. She sneered as her hatefully.

"Go read that book for a change. Maybe then we can talk."

Aivenna watched as her sister climbed down. Seeing her bitterness she scowled back and stuffed to book into her satchel. She snapped at her before climbing back up.

"Fine then!"

Aivenna cursed herself all the way back up to the top of the falls. Why did it always have to be this way? Every time they got together this was how it ended. One big fight and they would each go home. They had gone for months at a time without speaking to each other, and Aivenna hated it to no end. Why did she always have to open her mouth? Each time it was inevitably her that said something. She would say that one think that would set of the bomb.

Looking back she wanted her sister to laugh with her. She wanted her to point at the picture and joke about being princesses. Maybe they would make a few jokes in mean spirit, but it would all be in the bitterness of love. The sisters in the book were able to do so. If these stories were all about real people, why couldn't they be this way?

Reaching to the top of the falls Aivenna took out the book. She turned to the last page of the story. There on the page her and her sister sat in a garden together, one where black and white roses bloomed on the same bush. They were smiling, laughing over a small board game. On the opposite page were the words she longed for; And they lived happily ever after. Maybe that was why she hated the book so much. It was just full of lies.

At the bottom of the falls Nivenna plopped down in the dirt, and curled her knees to her chest. Aivenna had no idea how much she hated when they fought. What was wrong with her? She didn't want to hate her sister, but she made it so hard! Why did she always run off? Why couldn't she just talk to her sister? Nivenna didn't understand. Did her sister ask herself these questions? Or was she blaming her own pride as well?

Nivenna thought back to that moment when her sister came to rescue her. Everything was so dark, and cold. It was as if someone laid a sopping wet blanket over her and left her in the bottom of a cave. Then there was this brilliant light, like starlight, that shot through the darkness and made the world clear again. Suddenly she could breath again, and she could feel the warm touch of her sister's hand in hers. It was in that moment that Nivenna realized she truly had a sister. Now it felt as if she was losing her.

Nivenna went home wishing her sister would re-read the book. If only she could realize the story wasn't over yet. Maybe, just maybe if she read the story again, she might catch the six little words that Nivenna wanted more than anything; and they lived happily ever after.