Well, this is getting long

Well, this is getting long. I've only done one thing longer, TT part 3. And I'm gonna do way more! You'll never escape me!! Does anyone know if Tortall has printing presses? I mean, they can't write everything by hand. Whatever. I'm just making up the year, too. I don't know what Tortall's real year is.

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Chapter 10: Tortall's Past

Faeya woke on a small cot in a warm room, a cozy fire in the corner. She blinked a bit and rubbed her eyes, scanning her surroundings.

It was so much like home she almost cried. Just like her room in the palace… She saw a woman in sensible clothing sitting on a chair at her bedside, reading a book. Deja vu.

The woman looked up. "Oh hello! Glad you're up. The silly armymen just shunted you to the back of the lines and let you drop exhausted, poor thing. What's your name, hon? I'm Daria of Conté."

"Conté?" Faeya asked, puzzled.

"Just a minor noble house, darling." She laughed, a sound like pealing bells.

"But Conté is the royal house!" Fae protested.

"Since when? What century are you from, youngling?"

"Year thirty-seven P.I.M.…" Fae trailed off.

"P.I.M?" The woman asked.

"Post Immortals War. Before that it was A.I., After Immortals, from when they put the barrier between the mortal realms and the realms of the gods."

Daria just stared at her. "Where did you say you were from again? And what is your name?"

"Faeya of Queenscove."

Daria laughed again. "Yeah, right. You want me to believe you're royalty?"

"Of course I'm not!"

"Then what's your real house, sugar?"

"I told you, Queenscove!" Faeya said, exasperated.

"But Queenscove is the royal house!"

"No, Conté is!"

Daria rubbed her forehead with her hands. "So. You want me to believe the year is thirty-seven P.I.M., that Conté is the royal house, and that Queenscove isn't. Tell me another one."

"If the year isn't thirty-seven P.I.M., then what the hell is it?!?" Faeya almost yelled.

The woman looked grim. "The year is three-thousand-forty-six A.C., After Creation. The grimmest year in this country's history."

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Why is it the grimmest year? Read on to find out! (Sorry it was so short, I just had to end it there).