A/N Ok, like I said, here's the next chapter. It's a little longer, because I had something to write about, but I still have a little writer's block. Will you find out what happens with my mind frozen???? Who knows. Muwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Gosh, that's fun..

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***A dim, hazy light framed everything Sriosno was seeing. An army of orcs was attacking, and he was screaming. Wait, he wasn't himself. He was seeing through someone else's eyes-a girl's. But somehow he recognized everyone, like he's been this person forever. It was Riania.

He recognized his/her parents, fighting for their lives. There were swarms of them everywhere. Others were there as well-they were in the castle, eating, when they were attacked. Others were slaughtered cruelly, screaming in agony all the while. He watched as his/her parents were slowly murdered, torn apart. He watched as his/her best friend in the world, standing a few feet away, watched his parents die as he was ripped open as well. He/she screamed. An orc advanced, teeth bared in an evil grin, when his/her cousin, Miroros, came to her rescue, along with other warriors.

There was a bright flash of light, and Sriosno was somewhere else. It was a beautiful meadow, filled with all sorts of flowers. This, he/Riania remembered as his/her own little hide out, which he/she shared with her dead best friend. He/she picked flowers, humming softly a song about the night sky, when suddenly a shudder knocked Sriosno/Riania from their feet. Getting up, they turned to see a large dragon. A voice echoed in his/her ears, but he could not quite comprehend it. He, in Riania's place, was now deathly afraid of dragons. Suddenly, as the dragon was about to kill him/her, they were pushed roughly away, hitting the ground hard. Looking up, he/she saw the dragon spew fire at the fallen Miroros, lighting him afire. The agonizing, horrid screams echoed through his mind. Sriosno now suddenly realized why Riania was so terrified of dragons, and felt so guilty about Miroros.

Another bright flash told Sriosno that he was transported to another one of-because he figured out what they were-Riania's memories. He was sitting across a small tea table from-himself! This was from long ago, before they were married. They were talking of familiar things, the weather, what he was to become when he was older.

"You know, I'll need a wife to be my queen," his body said. He/Riania knew what was coming. They kissed-although Sriosno felt odd kissing himself, EXTREMELY odd, actually-and he/Riania pulled away, running off. Again, he was left in another thought.

Riania was in the carriage speaking with Guyanias, about how she was in love with Mois. Sriosno gasped silently. Mois and Guyanias would have probably wed later on if they hadn't been killed. Then the carriage flipped, he/she felt sharp pains everywhere, then all went black...***

Sriosno suddenly sat bolt up right, sweat pouring down his face, making his clothes cling to his body. He whipped his head around, but he was alone. He suddenly realized what pain he was experiencing, and fell back onto the pillow, gasping. His healing had worked, but with a strange after-effect..