Chapter 1
The Dream
There was a loud and cruel laugh. Screaming could be heard from all around. Then there was a flash of light...
Healer bolted up from her bed breathing deeply. `What was that dream about?' She thought. `It seemed so familiar.'
Healer looked over at her alarm clock and saw that it was 4:25 A.M. `I guess I'll try to get some sleep.' Healer turned on her side to try to sleep.
It seemed like only minutes later sunshine poured through Healer's bedroom window. Healer got out of bed and went to take a shower, forgetting all about the dream she had had.
Moments later Healer came out of the bathroom dressed in a white three quarter sleeve shirt that left the shoulders bare and a short white skirt. Her silver hair was done back in its customary ponytail.
Healer checked herself in the mirror and then went down to breakfast.
Healer found Maker sitting in their very large dining room, reading a book while eating a piece of toast and a bowl of mixed fruit.
Maker heard someone come in. She looked up to see Healer coming toward her.
"Good morning." Maker greeted her.
"Morning." Healer replied. "What's for breakfast?"
"Hmm, I don't know. I suppose you could have some fruit with me."
"Could you make me eggs instead?" Healer asked, and then added, "Where's Fighter? Is she still sleeping?"
"Yes, she's still sleeping." Maker answered. "And sure I'll make you some eggs. What kind do you want?"
"I want sunny side up!" Fighter yelled as she came running down the stairs. Seconds later she burst through the kitchen door wearing a red half shirt and baggy pants.
"Good Morning, Fighter." Maker said. "Healer do you want the same kind?"
Healer tore her eyes away from Fighters hideous choice in clothes and answered, "Sure I'll take the same king." Then Healer turned to Fighter and asked, "What are you wearing?"
"Clothes." She replied.
"Well were you half asleep when you put those clo-, no wait, those *things* on? Those pants are disgusting!"
"Well *I* like them! I find them very comfy and it you don't like them, well that's just too bad!"
"You know I think we should go shopping today and buy Fighter a brand new wardrobe. With *stylish* clothes. What do you think Maker?" Healer asked still eyeing Fighters pants.
"Healer her pants are fine, I would never wear them, but if its what she likes let her wear them." Maker then turned to the stove, "Your eggs are ready." She said as she put the eggs in a plate and set them on the table. "Eat what you want."
"I'm not hungry anymore, Fighters pants made me lose my appetite." Healer said as she shook her head.
"I'm not hungry either." Fighter said as she glared at Healer.
"You know, you guys act like such two-year-olds!" Maker yelled as she dumped the eggs in the trash. "You guys can make your own breakfast for all I care!" Maker grabbed her book and stomped out of the kitchen.
Then there was silence.
"I think she's mad." Fighter said breaking the silence.
"Really? I thought she was happy." Healer said sarcastically.
But Fighter missed her sarcasm and said, "No, She's mad."
Healer groaned and walked out of the kitchen.
"What? What'd I say?" Fighter just stood there with a confused look on her face. "I don't get it!"
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"Why do we have to set the table?" Healer asked annoyed.
"Because Maker is mad at us. If you would have just eaten the eggs she made this-" Fighter began.
"Hey you didn't eat them either!" Healer cut in.
"I didn't eat them because you made me mad!"
"Well you wore those, those things you call pants!"
"Well I like those *things*!"
Just them Maker came in the kitchen to see what all the noise was.
"You guys are fighting again?" She said as she stepped between them, seeing that they were about to jump each other.
"Yes we are!" The both shouted.
Maker sighed, "C'mon you guys, dinner in ready."
"What are we having?" Fighter asked.
"Umm, well I made hamburgers and hotdogs for you two, but I'm having sushi." Maker told them.
Fighter made a gagging sound, "Eww sushi!" She coughed.
"Well I think sushi is good." Maker calmly said as she sat down at the table.
"Well I don't." Fighter said as she sat down in a seat.
"Fine." Maker muttered.
Healer turned to Maker, "Maker, do we have any cav-"
"In the fridge." Maker pointed towards the refrigerator.
"Thanks Healer said as she went to the refrigerator.
Once she got it she plopped down in the seat next to Fighter.
"This is good!" Fighter commented as she reached for another hamburger.
"Mmmhmm!" Healer agreed as she took a drink.
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"Good night." Maker said as she went upstairs to her room.
Fighter yawned, "Ready for bed?"
"Uh huh." Healer replied sleepily.
They walked upstairs together and parted at the top to go to their rooms.
Healer opened the door to her room and got dressed in a short, silky, silver nightdress and hopped into bed. Minutes later she was asleep.
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The Dream
There was a loud and cruel laugh. Screaming could be heard from all around. Then there was a flash of light...
Healer bolted up from her bed breathing deeply. `What was that dream about?' She thought. `It seemed so familiar.'
Healer looked over at her alarm clock and saw that it was 4:25 A.M. `I guess I'll try to get some sleep.' Healer turned on her side to try to sleep.
It seemed like only minutes later sunshine poured through Healer's bedroom window. Healer got out of bed and went to take a shower, forgetting all about the dream she had had.
Moments later Healer came out of the bathroom dressed in a white three quarter sleeve shirt that left the shoulders bare and a short white skirt. Her silver hair was done back in its customary ponytail.
Healer checked herself in the mirror and then went down to breakfast.
Healer found Maker sitting in their very large dining room, reading a book while eating a piece of toast and a bowl of mixed fruit.
Maker heard someone come in. She looked up to see Healer coming toward her.
"Good morning." Maker greeted her.
"Morning." Healer replied. "What's for breakfast?"
"Hmm, I don't know. I suppose you could have some fruit with me."
"Could you make me eggs instead?" Healer asked, and then added, "Where's Fighter? Is she still sleeping?"
"Yes, she's still sleeping." Maker answered. "And sure I'll make you some eggs. What kind do you want?"
"I want sunny side up!" Fighter yelled as she came running down the stairs. Seconds later she burst through the kitchen door wearing a red half shirt and baggy pants.
"Good Morning, Fighter." Maker said. "Healer do you want the same kind?"
Healer tore her eyes away from Fighters hideous choice in clothes and answered, "Sure I'll take the same king." Then Healer turned to Fighter and asked, "What are you wearing?"
"Clothes." She replied.
"Well were you half asleep when you put those clo-, no wait, those *things* on? Those pants are disgusting!"
"Well *I* like them! I find them very comfy and it you don't like them, well that's just too bad!"
"You know I think we should go shopping today and buy Fighter a brand new wardrobe. With *stylish* clothes. What do you think Maker?" Healer asked still eyeing Fighters pants.
"Healer her pants are fine, I would never wear them, but if its what she likes let her wear them." Maker then turned to the stove, "Your eggs are ready." She said as she put the eggs in a plate and set them on the table. "Eat what you want."
"I'm not hungry anymore, Fighters pants made me lose my appetite." Healer said as she shook her head.
"I'm not hungry either." Fighter said as she glared at Healer.
"You know, you guys act like such two-year-olds!" Maker yelled as she dumped the eggs in the trash. "You guys can make your own breakfast for all I care!" Maker grabbed her book and stomped out of the kitchen.
Then there was silence.
"I think she's mad." Fighter said breaking the silence.
"Really? I thought she was happy." Healer said sarcastically.
But Fighter missed her sarcasm and said, "No, She's mad."
Healer groaned and walked out of the kitchen.
"What? What'd I say?" Fighter just stood there with a confused look on her face. "I don't get it!"
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"Why do we have to set the table?" Healer asked annoyed.
"Because Maker is mad at us. If you would have just eaten the eggs she made this-" Fighter began.
"Hey you didn't eat them either!" Healer cut in.
"I didn't eat them because you made me mad!"
"Well you wore those, those things you call pants!"
"Well I like those *things*!"
Just them Maker came in the kitchen to see what all the noise was.
"You guys are fighting again?" She said as she stepped between them, seeing that they were about to jump each other.
"Yes we are!" The both shouted.
Maker sighed, "C'mon you guys, dinner in ready."
"What are we having?" Fighter asked.
"Umm, well I made hamburgers and hotdogs for you two, but I'm having sushi." Maker told them.
Fighter made a gagging sound, "Eww sushi!" She coughed.
"Well I think sushi is good." Maker calmly said as she sat down at the table.
"Well I don't." Fighter said as she sat down in a seat.
"Fine." Maker muttered.
Healer turned to Maker, "Maker, do we have any cav-"
"In the fridge." Maker pointed towards the refrigerator.
"Thanks Healer said as she went to the refrigerator.
Once she got it she plopped down in the seat next to Fighter.
"This is good!" Fighter commented as she reached for another hamburger.
"Mmmhmm!" Healer agreed as she took a drink.
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"Good night." Maker said as she went upstairs to her room.
Fighter yawned, "Ready for bed?"
"Uh huh." Healer replied sleepily.
They walked upstairs together and parted at the top to go to their rooms.
Healer opened the door to her room and got dressed in a short, silky, silver nightdress and hopped into bed. Minutes later she was asleep.
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