Disclaimer: Same as Chapter one!!!
Destiny's Fork
Chapter Four
"Bitter Sweet Ball"
By Magic
Being bordered up in her room was not the way that Hawke Leonhart had wanted to spend the day. Therefore, against generally everyone's orders, she gave herself a tour of the palace. There were three more libraries to be found, eight kitchens, and endless supplies of rooms. There was always the occasional door that was locked, but Hawke looked in all those that weren't. She found herself lost after and hour and couldn't really find heads or tails of anything. She finally found it to a place that might be somewhat interesting; the gym room.
She glanced around to make sure that no one else was there and let herself in. The room was covered with mats in some areas, a wooden dance floor or cement in others. There was even a swimming pool that looked like it was much longer than seemed necessary for a pool. She walked a bit forward, her boots taping lightly on the floor. Soon she was lying on the floor, her face burning from a foreign object's impact.
She opened her eyes, which she had shut after being bombarded with the object, and looked up. Her breathe had been knocked out of her so she didn't try to sit up just yet. A face appeared over her and gazed down at her.
"Shit! Why does this always happen to me!? Are you okay?!I didn't see you!" The newcomer asked frantically as he kneeled next to her and helped her sit up.
"I'm fine," was all Hawke could push out before she caught her breath. She looked over to the guy that was holding her up. His hair was best described as fire; red, orange, yellow and some places that cold looking white. His eyes were a dark shade of red, his face tan and slightly familiar looking. He seemed about Frost's height or so, and generally his build, though maybe a tad more built. She looked up into his eyes and realized with a start, that his face was probably the handsomest face she had ever seen. "It's okay, really."
She attempted to stand up, but her efforts were proven to be fruitless as she tipped over a bit, almost tumbling to the floor. The fire-head stood up with her and reached out to balance her as she spilled over, grabbing her around the shoulders and pulling her close.
Hawke, after coming out of her dizzy world, realized how close they were and couldn't help but turn at bright shade of red, probably coming close to the guy's hair. "Shit, shit, shit," she thought as she felt herself get even redder. They were generally in the hug position. If someone were to walk into that room right at that instant, this would not look good. He must have sensed what she was thinking and let her go. Still steadying her with his arm, he lead her over to the side wall and let her lean up against it.
Hawke soon caught her breath, thinking that if she hadn't of been unthinkingly hugged she would have caught it a lot sooner. She kept her face forward and tried to look like nothing really mattered and that nothing had happened, for the youth was staring at her intently.
"Tell me your name and it will be a good day."
Hawke just about jumped at the sound of his voice. What was her name?! She couldn't remember it, her heart was pounding too fast. "Ti....eh....Ti-Ara Calyway."
He moved from the wall to stand right in front of her. Kneeling on his knees, he reached up for her hand and gave it a soft kiss, his lips soft on her skin. Her redness increased ten fold as he looked up at her. "Well, Ti, it seems my soccer ball has an eye for beauty."
Hawke glanced over to the area that she had fallen down, seeing the soccer ball there. She looked back into his eyes and her heart just about skipped a beat. "He's too hot!" She almost laughed at that for the reason that his hair looked like fire. She didn't know whether it was her turn to talk or not, so she decided that she would just sit there stupidly.
The youth stood up and smiled down at her. She attempted not to get any redder, not that she thought that was possible because at this moment she was pretty sure that she was to her peak of tomatoness. She got an idea for conversation, "What's your name, now that you have mine?"
"Romeo," he cooed, "will you be my Juliet?" He smiled again, this time she realized that the smile seemed practiced; a player's smile.
This must have been the first turn off that she got from him. "He's probably used that line so many times I could puke," she thought, and just kept her smiling face on, trying not to laugh at him. "I don't know, I usually don't go out with people that kick soccer balls at my head," she said.
He seemed interested by this reply, as though no one had ever turned him down with that line in his life. She had to hold a snicker back at that as well because she was sure that even if she hadn't have seen his faked smile, she would have said no. She was torn between laughing in his face and kicking him in the shin for coming on to her with his sexual needs. She didn't do either because the door to the gym opened up right then, and in walked Frost.
Hawke sighed at the site of him; she couldn't kill him here with this guy standing in front of her. She turned to him and gave him a face, before going back to Romeo. But Romeo's face had changed. It almost looked like he was having problems holding up his practiced smile. The ends of his eyebrows bent down to show concentration. He was trying to look nice and kind, but he was obviously mad. She turned back to Frost in confusion. His face was the same as Romeo's, although he didn't attempt to hide his disdain.
The room all of a sudden felt very cold to her and she felt like she had to get out. She looked for somewhere to go, but it was either right into Frost's side, right into Romeo's front, or look very obvious to what she was doing by climbing over/under one of them. She felt Frost's hand slip onto her shoulder and rest there. She glanced over to him, but he was glaring at Romeo.
"Hello, brother," Romeo's friendly voice almost broke at the word brother and he seemed to be losing control of his masked expressions.
Frost just nodded to him and then looked down at Hawke, "The ball is soon. It's time to make a lady out of you."
"She," Romeo slithered up to Hawke's other side, "could go as is and be the most beautiful lady there." He placed his hand on her other shoulder.
Hawke highly doubted this and again would have been tempted to laugh if she didn't think it was very much so the wrong time for that. "Brother?" She asked herself as she turned and nodded to Frost that she was ready to go. She began walking with Frost leading towards the door that she came in from, when Romeo's hand turned her around.
"If you would promise me a dance, my lady." He bowed deep to her and then looked up at her through his fiery hair.
"Eh, sure," Hawke said, not really knowing how to reply. She watched as he stood up and strutted from the room. She blinked a couple of times before turning back to Frost keeping her voice to a whisper hissed, "what was that all about?! He's your brother?!"
"Most unfortunately," Frost growled as he watched Romeo's back disappear into another door on the opposite side. He then turned down to her and said simply, "come on, the maids want to have a little fun with dressing you up."
"Uh uh. You're not getting off the subject that easily. What's up between you two?" Hawke was suddenly questioning his back as he began walking through the halls. She had to take a few quick steps to catch up and looked at him from the side as they continued through the halls.
Frost just shook his head and kept on walking, refusing to answer any of her questions. Knowing that she would get nowhere with him, she just gave up and slumped along with him in silence. She felt slightly hurt that he wouldn't tell her anything, but she would live with it. She'd only known him for about a day or so.
The past occurrences rushed up to her memory quickly and she just pushed them back. She didn't need to think about that right now, she had to do what she was sent to do, find the whatever the person was and ask them how to get her brother back so that he could save the world and everything would be fine. And also she could then live for more than just one year. She wondered whether or not she should tell Frost about her little curse, but judging from the expression that he boar, now was not the right time for that.
They were soon up to her room and he left her there to get ready. She watches his back as he left, hands in his pockets, head slightly down at the floor. "Jeez, you're a confusing boy," she said to no one in particular before opening her doors and walking inside.
She turned to look at her room and a small hair ball leapt into her arms. He hid behind her head on her neck and started to growl at the three other people in the room. They were all dressed in the same clothing; a dark maroon dress, simple but elegant all the same, and their hair, two with brown and one blonde, was up in french braids down the side of their heads. They were the maids that Frost had mentioned earlier and they were all having a fit of giggles. Hawke grabbed SageJames off the back of her neck and looked down at the fox.
His ears had small little green bows around them and his collar was now a lovely green bow tie. Hawke couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight, it was so utterly ridiculous looking! SageJames showed his distaste for her laughter and lack of support against these evil intruders by nipping her on the side of the hand.
"Hey none of that now," she scolded, shaking a finger at him.
"You must be Hawke,"one of the brunette maids said to her.
"And this must be your cute lil pet!" Another brunette maid squealed, looking at SageJames, who in turn growled at her.
"And you had better be ready for us, because," the blonde yelled excitedly as all the maids gathered together and struck a pose, "we are going to make you the most beautiful lady at the ball!"
Hawke blinked twice before bursting out into a fit of laughter, along with all of the maids, who laughed as they ran around getting things ready for her.
"No pets now," the blonde said as she plucked SageJames out of Hawke's arms and threw him out the door and into the hall.
"I am Dipsy,"one of the brunettes said over her shoulder as she looked through the cupboards in search for something.
"I'm Dixie," the other brunette said as she circled around Hawke, studying her.
"And I am Daisy!" Screamed the blonde as she pulled Hawke away from Dixie and into the bathroom. "Now, take off those clothes and hop into the tub!"
Hawke noticed the simmering tub of hot water that was placed in her bathroom. The rim was covered in bubbles and a rose aroma floated through the air. It looked wonderful. She waited until they had left the room until she stripped down and hopped into the tub. Almost immediately after she got in, her door burst open, and all three maids entered.
They reached for the shampoo and began to wash her hair, much to her protests.
"Nobles don't wash their own hair! What are you talking about!?" Daisy said, almost horrified at the thought.
"Well, I'..."
"There is an exception to that though, Daisy," Dixie commented.
"Yeah, that cute prince doesn't even let the maids near his bath tube," Dispy finished for her.
"Which cute one?" Daisy asked.
"Why the one with the silver hair of course. Then again, he doesn't really take an interest to women like the rest of them do," Dixie replied as Hawke listened to the gossip in silence.
"At least not since....her," Dipsy commented.
Hawke's ears pricked up at the sound of that and her curiousness took over her thinking as well as her mouth. "'Her'?"
The three maids looked at each other as if the thought that she didn't know scared them all stiff. They all became deafly quiet and looked at each other, as if deciding which one should talk first. Dixie decided to explain.
"Er, well, you see. Prince Frost is one of six brothers, all of whom are quite good looking. Ladies in the court through themselves all over these guys, giving them everything they could ever want in return for maybe a look, a kiss." She glanced over to Dipsy to take over.
"Well, there are two princes that don't find that very attractive, and that would be Prince Frost and Prince Orion. They would probably refuse all the gifts in the world, even though Prince Orion does," she seemed to get a tad red at this part, "tend to like the kissing part, he would never bring a girl to his room."
"Anyway," Daisy said, braking in for the other maid so she could stop blushing, "the first born of the six was Prince Romeo. Being the first born, he was the one that would receive the kingdom-in short he would get the crown. To get the crown though, he must be married."
"The king, his father, set up a marriage for the young prince and he soon fell in love with her. But unknown to the public eye, Prince Frost had been seeing this young girl...."
"Who's name was Ti'Anya," Dixie broke in.
With a glare, Daisy continued, "and the two were already deeply in love. At the news of Ti'Anya's engagement to Frost's brother, the two were devastated. Neither of them knew what to do with this trouble. Frost brought this forward to his father, but the wedding plans had already been arranged and also the sliver prince wasn't the son that the parent's of the girl wanted her to marry. The parents wanted her to be queen, and to rule over the kingdom; they cared nothing about her happiness and her heart. They ordered her to marry Romeo or they would disown her."
Dixie decided to finish the story, "and so the marriage was to be that very next morning. Everything was all ready, except for the hearts of the two lovers who would now be separated. Ti'Anya must have felt so hopeless like there wasn't anywhere to turn at all, and so she took her life, the night before the wedding by taking a poison that kills even the strongest of people over time. She was gone from this world by morning."
Hawke wasn't sure whether it was the steam from the bath water or the fact that she wouldn't have ever guessed this in the world about her new friend that hung heavily in the air. All of the maids seemed to get quiet after that moment before Dipsy spoke up, "we used to be her maid. She had the most beautiful green hair we have ever seen. I don't think that anyone could have matched her in beauty, and the fact that she loved that prince with all her heart, made her even more lovely. It's beyond me how that boy can live on these days."
If a chicken singing songs had just leapt through the door and started square dancing, it would have not phased her at all. All of her evil plans to kick the crap out of Frost at that nights ball fade from her mind. She didn't know what to say or do. The other maids left the room, leaving her with a towel to dry off with and a night gown to dress herself in before she came out. She crawled out of the tub reluctantly and slipped on the thin, white robe before walking into the adjacent room. In a flash all of the maids where around her, doing more things that she could keep track of. Soon her hair was up, leaving but one braid that snaked out of her hair and ran along her neck in a choker necklace like fashion. Her eyes were adorned with a light, baby blue shadow and her lips with a soft hint of silver. She looked in the mirror and blinked at herself.
"That's not ME is it?" she asked in almost utter stupification.
The maids all burst out laughing and then walked over to her once again.
"Time for the dress!" Dipsy said with much excitement.
"Ahh! No one said anything about wearing a dress!" Hawke backed up until she was just about hugging the wall. "Dresses are evil!"
The maids lunged at her and picked her off the wall. "Oh they're not that bad!" said one of them as the other commented, "this is a fun dress anyway, it's a Medieval ball tonight!"
Hawke just shook and attempted to look for some other excuse, but none came. In the end, she ended up lifting her hands above her head and letting them but the dress on her. Afterwards, they added the finishing touches and let her look at herself in the mirror once again. Right at that moment, Frost's voice could be heard from outside the door.
"You done yet?!" He called through the thick, wooden doors.
"Hold on!" Hawke yelled right back as she put her shoes on.
Frost let out an exasperated sigh and began walking down the stairs towards the hallway. He had gotten down about half of them before he heard the door opening. "This better be goo-" He stopped after turning around. "She looks gorgeous,"he thought with a gulp. "You look like a Princess."
"What? Stupid, dittzy, and clueless?" Hawke replied to what she figured as an insult as she stepped down the stairs towards him, looking him in the eyes once she was a step above him.
Frost took up her little game of nasty remarks and shot one right back at her, "you pull it off nicely," he said as he took her arm in his.
"But not as well as you could," Hawke shot right back as she smirked the rest of the way down the stairs. Then she remembered what had happened to him in the past and bit her lip. "Be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice," she scolded herself.
They entered the main ball room. It felt like something out of a picture book to Hawke. The chandeliers were adorned with thousands of glittering crystals, the dishes pure silver, and the spoons to match. The main dancing part of the floor was solid glass over a large fish tank. She was a little scared of walking on it at first; the water looked deep and some of the fish didn't look all that nice. But then Frost saw her timidness and proved that nothing would happen by jumping on the floor.
"Thanks," she mumbled to him as he led her into the middle of a large group of people.
She had thought that her dress was something special, but once she was standing next to all the ladies, she suddenly felt very plain and boring. She also felt like she stuck out like a duck in a basket of rubber duckies. All the ladies seemed to have the perfect smiles, the perfect ways to charm a man, the perfect language. They all spoke very well educated, sometimes using words that Hawke wouldn't even think of using, not because she didn't know them, but just because they seemed to formal. Before she new it, she was surrounded by a bunch of them. They didn't take much interest in her though, they had came to see the prince. Some even saw he was holding her arm and would give her dirty looks. She felt very alone at the moment.
She made a game to see how many people she could avoid talking to just by nodding and smiling. Suddenly a lady in a very elaborate dress came up and stood next to her. Hawke's heart seemed to keel over at the moment; the lady was one of Zula's people, the half person, half dog kind. She then remembered how she and Zula always made fun of the nobles when they stayed her village. So well kept, educated and dressed; they had seemed like dolls to them. And now she was surrounded by them, without her great friend to laugh about them with.
She closed her eyes and saw her friend smiling at her, frowning in the loving, scolding way, and then falling. Her eyes snapped open. She had wanted to forget everything, forget everyone. But she new that it would be too hard to do so. The ghosts of her past were everywhere. And now without her brother to turn to, she felt more alone than ever.
Even if Frost was an okay guy, he was still a noble. He probably didn't care much about her as a friend besides the fact that she was the only one that could save the world. And then there was Kayra, the piolet. She had saved her from her brother, but why? They didn't really know each other and in fact, had never spoken a word with her before. And then there was these people. She glanced around herself at all the high esteem people. These people that would probably love to see her die right there and then so that Frost's other arm would be open and more of them could hang on him. She couldn't handle it anymore.
She slowly slipped her arm out of Frost's and walked towards the exit. The room became blurry half way and she had to run the rest so that no one would see her cry. She rammed right into a servant carrying a tray, but just kept running until she couldn't run anymore in the shoes they had given her. She looked around her and realized that she was by a door to one of the gardens.
She opened the door and slipped outside into the cool air. As she walked around to the left she realized that she could see in the ball room through the windows. The walls were almost completely windows and she sat down on a bench outside and just gazed in. She whipped the tears off of her face and forced herself not to cry any longer. Self pity was one of the worst things to fall into and she didn't want anyone that might be taking a midnight stroll to see her crying either.
She lay her head in her hands and stared at the people through the windows. Laughing, gossiping, dancing. They all seemed so happy. Hawke suddenly felt almost bad for running out on Frost. He had obviously left the ball room as well because she couldn't see him anywhere. She could see his brother Romeo though. He seemed engaged in a deep discussion about, well, she couldn't hear him but it must have been interested because over thirty girls were listening to him. She sighed and stood up, only to just about head ram into someone else's body.
She glanced up, "Frost?! What are you doing out here?"
"What are you doing out here?" He replied. He had looked a bit concerned, but it faded once he heard the tone of her voice.
"I guess I'm just not made for that kind of party," she said as she turned around to walk back in.
"We're leaving tonight."
She turned back around slowly and looked at him. "You'd better start getting ready now," he said and then smirked. "It'll work as an excuse to be absent from the party."
She let out a small laugh and then kept walking towards the door, slowly so that he could catch up. "Not that I have much to pack."
"Oh, but you've got loads to do, right?" He winked at her and then went his way, not to the ball room but to his room, or so she guessed.
It took her awhile to realize what had just happened. He had helped her out, and maybe even tried to cheer her up. "Or maybe," she thought, "he was just being his usual wise cracking self." She shrugged and continued walking towards her room. Either or, he had pulled her out of her self pity stage.
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Everything was packed, then again, it had only taken about five minutes to do so, but Hawke was planning on spending the rest of the night in her room. She had changed out of the 'stupid, stupid' dress and into her normal skirt and lace-up shirt. There was nothing else to do but go to the party. She sat on the soft bed and listened to the party sounds off in the distance. The classical music made her want to get up and dance.
She looked up from the floor to SageJames that was curled up on a pillow at the end of her bed. She smirked and then lifted him up into her arms. He gave her a groggy, 'what the hell are you doing?' sort of look as she grabbed his two front paws and held him out in front of her.
"Dance, SageJames, Dance!" She cried out at she spun around the floor with the fox in her hands.
The door creaked and a form walked in. "May I break in?"
"SageJames is a much better dancer than you are Frost," Hawke retorted, recognizing his voice.
He winced and looked at the fox. "You're right, his form is much better. My compliments, Sir Fox."
The fox gave him a 'damn straight' look of complete arrogance and pulled himself out of Hawke's arms.
"Hey now! Don't you like dancing with me?" Hawke leaned down and looked the fox in the eyes.
For a second it seemed that he was actually going to answer her, his eyes flashed with intelligence but then it swiftly faded and he walked over to his pillow once again.
"You just don't fit up to his standards I guess," Frost joked and he walked further into her room.
She straightened up and looked over towards him. He had changed as well. Instead of looking severely princely now, he looked like a normal person, except for his almost perfect posture and his slightly, lifted chin. Hawke looked him up and down, seeing what a prince would wear on his 'day off'. Black, baggy pants, black leather boots, black, zip-up vest with silver, jagged, swirly designs over it, the exact color of his hair. He realized that she was looking him over and asked, "what? Do I have something on my ass?" He turned around so his back side was facing her and attempted to look at his ass.
"Eh....no. I was just seeing what princes wear for normal clothes," she had gone back to organizing her things, for the second time, in her small back pack and hadn't seen his stunt.
He sighed, "The prince thing again...just don't start bowing to me and calling me your lord."
"Wasn't planning on it," Hawke said bluntly and she hefted her black, leather backpack up onto her back. She suddenly realized that they each were wearing mostly black--must be some trend.
"Ready?"
"That I am." She reached out for SageJames, but he leapt onto her backpack and settled down on the top of it. He didn't feel like having to dance again. "Okay, have it your way."
They both turned towards the door and exited the room. After a maze of hallways, they finally came upon what Hawke would have to guess was Frost's room. She let him open the door and led her in.
"Most defiantly Frost's room," Hawke thought as she looked around. The old fashion met new fashion with thousands of electrical things all over the place. It had to have taken a fortune just to buy half of the stuff he had lying around. And it was neat, too neat, princely neat. She shivered. Rooms were meant to be messy, that's why they invented the vacuum.
She suddenly realized, happily, that they were not alone in the room. Kayra was there, the girl that had saved them all with her fancy flying. She was wearing a pink, triangle type shirt that had to thin straps holding it up on the top and then two that laced in the back. It was level in the top part but at the bottom, turned into a point of a triangle. Her bottoms were a leather, light brown pair of pants that had laces up both sides to about the area that shorts would start . She wore a long trench coat, much like that of her brother's, a color that was warms to match the pink and light brown. At her side stood a staff with a couple pink and yellow beads on the ends. Leather was wrapped around it so it wouldn't be slippery. It was obviously her main weapon of choice.
She smiled kindly as the two walked in and ran up to Hawke. "Are you ok?! Last time I saw you, you were close to bittin' the big one!"
Hawke just nodded, slightly taken back by her forwardness and kindness.
Frost, who had gone over to rummage in something yelled over, "yeah, the healers did a good job."
Hawke just kept on nodding until she finally came out of it enough to realize that there was yet another person in the room with them. She peaked around Kayra's shoulder to see someone that she vaguely remembered from somewhere. "Eh, who are you, 'cuz you seem really familiar?"
The guy looked at Hawke and smiled, showing a row of perfectly white teeth. "I'm that ungrateful butt's bro." He hopped off the bed and walked over to the two girls.
"Oh yeah!" Hawke was surprised that she could have forgotten from that day.
The black haired prince gave Hawke a slight bow and continued talking in an easy going voice. "You seem much better, glad to see it. Yes, I'm Orion of Trabia, second youngest of all the sons, even though we are all the same age, separated by just minutes...but it's fun to tease the youngest about his slow reaction time." He tilted his head towards Frost. He was in the exactly same clothes that he had been before; black riding boots with ridding pants and a black shirt that lace up a bit at the top. Hawke was now certain that everyone around must wear black, with the exception of Kayra.
"Do you guys....all wear black?" Hawke asked as she looked back between Frost and Orion.
Both of the brothers looked towards each other with a knowing look and then burst out laughing. Orion opened his hands toward Hawke and shock them in the air in a signal of no no no no no no. Once the two stopped laughing, and realized that Hawke was glaring at them because she hated not being included in inside jokes, Orion decided to explain. "Well, I'm sure you see by now that our hair color isn't quite....normal? Our father generally decides what we wear and he loves to dress us up by hair color, making some of out brothers," he let out a little cough that could be guessed as a laugh, "go outside wearing quite interesting colors."
"And I don't want to blind anyone," Frost said as he walked away from whatever it was he was doing, carrying a bag and smirking, "I refrain from wearing silver, so black is the closest thing that looks good on me."
The two girls, even though they had just met, looked at each other at the same time as well and gave each other a knowing look and burst out laughing. The vision of Frost walking around in bright silver clothes was just too much for her. Through her laughter she managed to get out, "But, it would just fit so well." That was about all anyone said for the next five minutes as all of them attempted to stop laughing. They really didn't until they all had trouble breathing and had to stop for fear of death.
Frost looked between the three of the others in the room and asked, "time to go?"
The others picked up their bags that had been lying on the floor and nodded. "Off to see the wizard," Orion said as he grabbed Hawke's arm and pulled her out of the door skipping.
Hawke laughed and then started singing with him as well. Soon Frost grabbed her other arm and Kayra Orion's last arm and they were skipping through the halls of the palace, singing and laughing and skipping.
When the everything had stopped (the laughing and singing....not the skipping) Hawke inquired, "is this normal behavior for princes?"
Frost and Orion looked at each other and said in perfect unison, "normalcy is over rated." And they continued to skip down the halls. The sounds of the ball got louder and louder as they skipped down flights of stairs, getting closer to the front gate...slowly but surely. Laughing and conversation filled their ears as did the orchestra live music. They were starting towards the docking bay for the ships when Hawke heard something strange.
"Hey...people...hear that?" She stopped the skipping line and everyone else stopped with her.
"I don't hear anything," Kayra replied looking around them.
"Exactly."
They all looked towards the ball room as a loud voice started bellowing through the halls. It was Romeo's voice, loud but not clear. They couldn't quite understand what he was saying.
Frost rolled his eyes and grumbled, "he's just making another stupid speech, come on."
The other's turned to go when suddenly they heard a completely alien sound coming from the ball room, it was screaming. The whole castle had erupted with the frantic screams of the people who had just before been laughing.
"What the hell?!" Orion yelled as he started dashing for the ball room doors. The others followed in hot pursuit, but to no avail. Gun fire sounded from inside the walls but they could do nothing; the doors were locked.
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